#addict and varrick hours
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Okay.....I haven't had angst in a while, and you know how much I love some good angst so I have a request!
So Addict gets kidnapped because she was trying to protect Kellin on a dangerous mission and she gets taken while Kellin makes his way back to the mansion and tells everyone what happened, so Masky and Varrick go out to look for her and a few days later they find her, beat half to death in the woods.
So they bring her back and they immediately bring her to Ej. So Ej is trying his best to keep her calm and fix her up, but its really bad. I'm talking like a broken rib or two, maybe a stab wound, etc. Addict's in rough shape and starts actually crying because she is scared and in a huge amount of pain, so she just kinda grips onto to Jack and cries. Jack is so stunned and is heart broken to see her like this, so he does his best to help her and somewhat comfort her from her pain and trauma......(yeah that was long....i'm sorry)
But if this is too much or too long then I totally understand! Don't force yourself to do this if you don't want to and please send in a request or two if you have any ideas!
Kidnapped - Simp Party
Synopsis; Kellin and Addict go on a mission, but she gets kidnapped.
Warnings: Slight gore, angst.
Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict
Note: I'm sorry this took so long, my laptop decided to die on me last minute...but it's working again! I hope you enjoy this. Also...this is kind of bad..I could have done better tbh.
Word count: 36, 645
Both Kellin and Addict had been sent on a mission, to an abandoned town in the Under-realm, overflowing with the souls of the damned.
Addict booted a demon against the chest as hard as she could and watched it stumble back and fall to the ground. Its brethren ignored it and only focused all attention on Addict, taking in her delicious scent. Slamming the edge of her knife's handle into demon's face, her eyes immediately searched for an escape route. Her knife didn’t do so well in tight spaces. Finally seeing an exit point, Addict shoved a demon out of the way and jumped up onto the trunk of a car. Landing on the other side, she weaved through the horde of demons brewing on the streets and frantically tried to find a new escape. She searched for a sign of Kellin, waiting for him to pop out of the shadows so they could make their grand escape back to the comfort of the truck.
As Addict stepped through the narrow way of two cars, she heard a snap and gasped, feeling an incredible pain in her ankle. With a loud shout of pain, she was slammed on her back and all she could feel was her body coming out from under her. Hair hung from her face and her eyes stared at the grey sky, trying to figure out what was going on as she finally came to a stop. As she looked down, she saw the ground below her and demons staring up as they crowded around a truck, their arms and fingers raised above them. She panted from the heavy adrenaline pumping through her body and realized she was hanging upside down. An immense surge of pain attacked her body and she gritted her teeth with a low whine, looking back up to see that her foot had been caught in a very large, very strong bear trap. Addict then realized she had fallen into an ensnarement that was set by someone who wanted to catch something. She looked back down to the ground, noticing her knife had fallen into the bed of the truck in all the commotion of the trap being released.
“Yo boys! We got ourselves a little prize over here!”
Addict could feel herself getting dizzier and dizzier by the second.
She flailed, trying to get down from the trap she was in as fast as she could once the blood started rushing to her brain. The man’s oddly familiar voice at the end of the street flooded her ears, as well as his gunshots as he took down a few demons that meandered up to him. Addict's eyes watched as he disappeared behind the building he came from, most likely going to gather reinforcements to gun down demons and take on Addict. She just couldn’t let that happen.
Addict yanked her coat off and let it fall into the bed of the truck below her, along with her bladed scythe that gleamed back up at her. She did her best to lean over to see exactly what she was dealing with, grunting from the never ending pain that riddled through her left leg. There she saw the serrated bear trap clamped down on her boot so tightly she could see blood beginning to seep through the thick pad, knowing it had to have been serious. She followed the trail of the thick rope the bear trap was tied to and noticed that it draped over a light post that Addict so desperately hung from. As Addict heard more gunshots and more voices, she began to grow panicked that it might be her last moments: hanging like a trapped animal waiting to be executed. It would either be the demons or the humans that would be the ones to claim her life. Not both.
Addict reached her free leg back and her fingers wiggled in attempts to grab it. As soon as she grabbed her boot behind her back, her face contorted into a pain riddled frenzy at the sudden weight change bearing down on her trapped ankle. A cold sweat broke out across her brow and pained heat formed under her clothing. Addict gritted her teeth so hard that she swore they could break and ignored the pain the best she could, reaching into her boot and sliding out a large, hidden knife. Upon pulling it out, she balanced her legs with one another and took a deep breath, using all her abdominal muscles to crawl up to her leg. She gripped her thigh tightly and reached up, grabbing onto the bear trap triumphantly. A few strained pants escaped her lips and she looked down over her shoulder, seeing numerous demons crowding around the side of the truck and waiting for her to fall into their pit. Their snarls caught up in her ears and she closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths before making her decision. It was now or never.
“Fuck... this is going to hurt.” She gasped to herself before reaching her free arm up and slashing the knife across the rope.
Addict's body crashed down on the cab of the truck, her entire weight denting the whole top of the vehicle. The windows exploded out of the driver’s and passenger’s side doors, sending glass shrapnel shooting through the air and even through a few demon heads. All the breath in Addict's chest halted and her mouth gaped open as she tried to breath, staring up at the crimson sky in nothing but a blur. Her ringing ears could make out the soft sound of demons growling and snarling at her, even so much as fingers touching the sleeve of her jacket. The burning pain brewing in her ankle snapped her back into reality and she took a much needed, but shallow breath.
“She’s down! She’s down!” Addict heard the shouts of the similar man and looked over seeing at least four of them standing at the end of the street. Her eyes widened as one of them raised his rifle and she immediately lifted herself up, rolling into the bed of the truck.
Bullets slammed up against the side and Addict tossed her hands over her head in attempts to protect her fragile skull. As the bullets seized for only a few moments, Addict grabbed her daggers and coat, tossing the black fabric back over her shoulders. She glanced down at the bear trap and placed some weight on her ankle, grunting from an abrupt surge of undeniable pain. Addict flinched as blood splattered all over her face, watching a demon's head slam up against the side of the truck and disappear to the ground. Her fingers gripped up against the blunt edges of the bear trap and she used all the might of her arms combined to try and pry it apart. It only moved a few inches before her fingers slipped and it snapped back down on her boot, Addict letting out a sharp cry from the traps intensity.
“Get her before she escapes! Take down that boy as well!” She heard a faint voice say and her heart practically leapt out of her chest.
“Stop being a little bitch!” Addict hissed to herself, taking one last look at the trap around her ankle before grabbing onto the hilt of her daggers. She then discovered her knife was still gripped in the palm of her hand and she quickly sheathed it back in the depths of her good boot.
Addict took a few deep breaths and then popped open her brown eyes, feeling her fingers begin to get cold through her gloves. She jumped up to her feet, almost falling back down into the bed of her truck upon putting weight on her bum ankle. Shifting all she could to her good foot, she swung the long blade of her daggers and stabbed off the heads of a few demons crowding around the truck. Gunfire swiftly blazed past her and she swore she felt one slide past her head. Addict dove over the side of the truck and slid across the ground with a grunt, the handle of her scythe still clinging desperately in her hand. The many presences of demons crowded around her, and in such a tight space between vehicles, there was no way the radius of her short knife could successfully cut down her enemy.
She rolled over on her back and reached into the flap of her jacket, sliding out a pistol and aiming it at the head of a demon. Complete with a silencer, she pulled the trigger and the bullet pierced its brain, sending it plummeting to the ground. Her gloved hands helped her crawl backwards away from the frenzy that slowly moved after her, Addict looking over her shoulder to see a path to the other side of the road clear as day. A demon fell to its knees and grabbing onto her leg, Addict quickly reacted with a swift bullet to its head. Wrapping her hand around the handle of her scythe, she stuck the blunt edge of the blade into the ground and slowly got to her feet.
Addict slammed her sore back up against a car, avoiding the spray of bullets that threatened to end her life. She looked through the broken windows the bullets had destroyed, seeing the men trying to make their way through the streets to get at her, cutting down demons along the way Addict's trigger finger shook with anticipation to gun down every single one of the militia men, but she knew in her condition she had no chance unless she got the bear trap off her ankle. With a deep breath, she hobbled towards a store, her eyes dead set on the door to take much needed cover. She raised her pistol and gunned down a demon in her path, slamming the blunt edge of her dagger down on its face ruefully. Its face exploded under the blunt force and Addict waded up saliva on her tongue, pursing her lips and spitting on the shambled face of the damned creature. Addict slid up against the side of the building, looking over her shoulder as she saw the men caught in the middle of a demon horde, their guns firing off in all directions.
Addict took a deep breath, turning towards the door and pulling the silenced trigger against a demon. With the turn of the handle, she mentally sighed in relief that it opened without a hinge and disappeared through the shadows of the room. As she shut the door behind her, Addict locked the handle and deadlock in hopes that it would hold for as long as possible. She fell against a desk and eventually to the ground, letting out a heavy sigh and gripping her leg. The rusted mouth of the bear trap glared back at her wickedly, Addict now seeing that there was more blood than she figured. The only thing she could hear were the men’s gunshots and the labored breathing coming from her own lips. Right then and there, she desperately wanted to give in, and let herself drift into sleep, but there was one man she needed to protect the most.
“I need to find Kellin...”
—
Kellin ducked down behind a desk upon hearing an explosive gunshot, staring out through the clouded window of the gas station he was in. It was right around the corner of the block he was on and he was in search for a few more gas canisters, but found none. He moved towards the door as he heard another gunshot, wiping in sleeve on the window to try and get a better view of the outside, but he saw nothing that seemed dangerous. It could have been Addict popping off shots to possibly get Kellin's attention, but he knew better than that. Even though he had only known her for a few weeks, he figured out that she was very careful about how she did things inside and outside the comfort of her compound. She was very sneaky and blasting off shots wasn’t something she would normally do.
Unless she could have been in trouble somehow.
But there was no way. It couldn’t have been that way. Kellin shook his head and put his hand on the cold door handle, opening it and looking out. The demons that were occupying his area began to migrate around the corner to all the commotion, Kellin narrowing his eyes at why exactly someone would be stupid enough to shoot. The gunfire began to get heavier and Kellin shut the door behind him as he fully stepped out of the station. His hand tightened around the handle of his silenced pistol and he held it in front of him just in case he needed to lift it quickly. His boots stepped lightly through the snow as he made way towards the back of the building strip. Instead of following the demons around the corner of the building, he decided to possibly take an alleyway to investigate the commotion.
Kellin's sleeved shoulder brushed up against the brick make of the building, his eyes constantly darting back and forth for any sign of danger. He steadied his breathing to keep as quiet as possible, careful not to alert any stray demons that may be hiding everywhere and anywhere. A soft wind caressed his scruffy face, Kellin slowing as he looked up at the sky, seeing some clouds beginning to muddle its soft view. The sun disappeared behind the fluffy concoctions and Kellin's eyes darkened, knowing that at any moment another one of the Under-realm's storm front would roll through and leave both him and Addict stranded with whoever else was in the town. Kellin then continued to step forward, a warm breath halting in his lips as his cold ears picked up a sudden sound.
A strong force knocked Kellin off his feet and snow powdered onto his face, instantly turning to liquid upon kissing his warm skin. Kellin shoved back across the ground with his feet, his blue eyes glancing up to see two men crowding around him. One grabbed his boot and jumped down on him, slamming his fist into Kellin's face and jarring him briefly. Kellin gritted his teeth and wrapped his hand around the man’s neck, pushing him up and ramming his knee into the man’s stomach. He coughed and Kellin shoved him off, reaching his pistol hand up and aiming at the man standing above him. He instantly kicked the pistol from Kellin’s hand just as the sheriff pulled the trigger, Kellin feeling an intense pain in his wrist. The man reached down and grabbed the collar of Kellin's jacket yanking him to his stumbling feet,
“Get the hell up you pussy!” He called to his partner as he struggled to get back to his feet, “We need to kill this asshole and take his shit before Kent comes over here and does it for us.” He reached his fist back and shoved it into Kellin’s stomach, causing him to fall to his knees and gasp for air. Kellin quickly recovered as he took in the real reality of the situation, knowing that if he didn’t fight back he was for sure going to get killed.
Kellin shoved his shoulder into the man’s stomach and knocked him to the ground, Kellin falling on his chest. The militia man grabbed Kellin’s arms as he tried to pry him off, but Kellin shoved all his weight down on him. Kellin’s fist broke the skin on the man’s lips, watching as he spit out blood before his fist could make more contact with the man’s face. Kellin glared down at him, gritting his teeth, “You’re not gonna be the one leavin’ alive!”
In the rage, Kellin obliviously forgot about the man’s partner and found himself face first into the snow once again. The sharp tip of a boot rammed into his ribs, causing his to cough out and grab at his side instinctively. As the two strange men regained their composure, they took out their entire wrath upon Kellin, not realizing that Kellin wasn’t such an easy target at first. Never did they expect him to fight back when they first laid their eyes on him in the dark alley.
Kellin finally managed to take a breath of fresh air as the onslaught of boots to his torso halted, his blue eyes opening and taking a look. His fingers grew numb against the influence of the cold snow, Kellin leaning up as he stared down the barrel of his own silver Python. A sly smirk brewed on the lips of the man as he watched Kellin look through the barrel of his own gun, seeing a spark of fear in his eyes. Kellin choked down whatever was in his throat, nothing but Addict, the love of his life flying through his mind in his last seconds of life. He couldn't bare to leave her, he dreaded the thought of leaving her behind because of some scum-bag that decided to kill him. His jaw tightened and he gritted his teeth, closing his eyes and just waiting for it all to be over.
The man’s sharp cries echoed through the air and Kellin's eyes popped open, seeing him fall to the ground and blood seeping out of a back wound. Kellin looked up at his savior, watching as none other than Addict ramming the wooden hilt of her dagger against the other man’s face, knocking him to the ground. A bloody knife was cradled in her hand, her chest heaving in pants as her golden eyes stared back at him. Kellin couldn’t believe how undetected she was; the way she came out of nowhere at the last second to save the day, “Are you okay?”
Kellin didn’t say a word as he was still a bit shock, his eyes trailing down to her bloodied ankle. His eyes narrowed at its condition, “What the hell’s going on?” Kellin asked as he got to his feet and looking back into her eyes, Addict leaning onto the wall.
“Zalgo's workers. By what I can tell they’re not friendly.” Addict nodded towards the man she had stabbed three times as he died in the snow, “But you already know that. Anyways, we should get out of here before more of them show up. I already ran into a few of them, I’d rather not again.” She looked down at her ankle with a grunt and Kellin took a look at the damage,
“What happened to you? Can you walk?”
“I can manage. Don’t worry about me... it’s really not as bad as it looks.” She lied through her teeth, remembering how much pain she endured in prying the bear trap off her ankle. She put on a smile, one that Kellin had grown to absolutely adore.
“We should get moving before-“
“Walter! Kent! Help us!” Addict jumped at the sound of one of the men she put down shouting as loud as his vocal cords would allow him. She gritted her teeth, “Help! By the-“
Addict plunged her knife into the back of the man’s head, twisting it, and popping it back out of his skull. Blood stained her gloves and as she looked back to Kellin, she could see a slight disturbance in his demeanor upon witnessing her actions. He hated violence. Addict tried to lighten the mood a bit, “C'mon, we can finally relax once we get home, relaxing and watching a bunch of horror movies." She wiped the bloody blade across her pants, swirling around and hobbled quickly away from the scene, knowing the fresh blood of the recently killed men would soon attract the dangerous types of demons, the man-eaters. With one last look at the men both dying and dead, Kellin followed after her, swinging down and snatching his trusty Python from the dead man’s hands.
Addict slipped in through an alleyway, Kellin close behind her as he pulled the rifle off his back and pressed it against his shoulder. He watched Addict's careful, but slightly clumsy movements as she led him to their vantage point. Addict soon stopped and peeked over the side of the wall, searching for any sign of living movement.
A surge of angst tore through Addict as she saw one of the men jumped out from behind the alleyway, only feet away from the two. She grabbed Kellin by the jacket and shoved him out of the way, “Move!” Her voice demanded as she raised her silenced pistol and aimed it at the perpetrator. His trigger finger was faster than hers and Addict's chest buckled out from under her, her body falling to the ground with a muted thud.
“No!” Kellin saw Addict cough up blood and turned quickly, sliding out his trusty python from the holster on his belt. The man’s rifle barrel pointed at Kellin to take him down next, but in a madly exploding bellow, Kellin's pistol exterminated the man. Kellin abruptly turned, sliding over Addict and staring down at the thick gunshot that had pierced her chest, seeing her eyes red with strain and shock. Kellin dropped his head as a mass of gunfire took out the windows above them, the two still hiding behind the truck as safely as possible.
“Molo...tov.” Addict choked and Kellin looked back down at her, Addict squeezing her eyes shut, “Molotov... throw a Molotov!” Kellin breathed heavily and pulled her softly to her side, unzipping the backpack behind her and rummaging around before he felt a cold bottle. “Kill those fuckers...”
Kellin yanked a lighter from his jacket pocket and flicked the ignition, the wick only sparking. “Come on, come on!” Kellin pleaded as he frantically shoved his thumb down on the ignition for the lame sparks to turn into bright flames. Miraculously, it finally ignited and he frantically set the flame on the dirty, alcohol soaked cloth sticking out of the bottles lips. As the rag lit on fire, Kellin gripped the bottle of vodka tightly in his hand and looked through the broken window of the truck, seeing the three men leaning over the hoods of a couple cars. One took Kellin in his sights and the gun fired at Kellin’s head, barely missing him by inches and he hid back behind the heavy truck. Taking a couple deep breaths and stealing a glance at Addict as she tried to lean up off the ground, Kellin jumped up and tossed the Molotov as hard as he could across the street.
The bottle exploded against the building, igniting into a massive, destructive ball of flame. He heard the frantic cries of one individual enemy and watched as he ran around from behind the car, his entire body lit on fire. He got on one knee and grabbed Addict's arm, tossing it over his shoulder and pulling her up. She hissed and gasped from being moved but Kellin ignored it, knowing it was the only way for her to possibly survive. Not forgetting her daggers, he grabbed it and tossed the strap on his shoulder, pulling her through the door and kicking it shut with one foot.
As he took a look around the shop, it just so happened to be a bar. His eyes desperately searched for some type of cover, knowing that the only way they could find refuge was behind the bar himself. He helped Addict walked and she clambered along with him awkwardly, trying to stay conscious from the unbelievable pain that took over her entire self. Her feet struggled to walk along with him as he pulled her behind the bar, seeing that the bar was rather small and feeble, “Shit...” He rolled her arm off from around his neck and set her down softly, looking over the bar once he heard commanding shouts from the men outside. Frantically, he searched for some type of other refuge,
“There...” He looked to Addict and her shaky hand pointed over towards the corner. Kellin followed her finger’s trajectory and looked over to the corner of the bar, seeing an iron handle on the floor. He looked back to her and her lips drew in a small, bloody smile, “You need to start using your eyes better...”
“Where’d you get hurt?” She felt Kellin moved her bloody hand to try and observe the wound. Addict's tired eyes opened and stared at his face,
“Right above the heart...I got shot” Her voice was low and she tried to look down at the wound with a smile, grunting to herself, “I forgot what it feels like to get shot... hurts like a bitch.”
“What about your ankle?” Kellin moved back down to her boot and began to untie it. Addict pulled her foot away from him,
“Don’t worry about it.” Kellin's eyes slowly fell back upon her and her condition, his eyes closing and his fingers digging into them as they rubbed his lids softly,
“Why’d you do it?”
“Do what?” She asked, pressing her hand back against the bullet hole,
“Risk your life to save me?” Kellin's eyes narrowed as he opened them, staring hard at her, “You put yourself in harm’s way to do so. You call me an idiot... stupid for how I do things. Why did you save a fool?” Addict scoffed with a soft smile, rolling her head to the side and closing her tired eyes,
“Because…I like you…I'm so glad I met you, and I don't regret ever meeting you…” Addict opened her eyes to see a slightly flustered expression of his face, almost surprised to hear it. A hard roll of grief rolled down Kellin's throat and Addict squeezed her eyes shut, arching her back as the wound bit at her. Her head dipped in front of her, some of her brown hair cradling around her face, “I wouldn’t have been able to sleep at night it I let you take a hit. You may be an idiot….but you're my idiot.”
“You should go.”
“What?” Kellin asked and Addict opened her eyes to look at him, trying to take a deep breath,
“Leave. Go back to your group- your family. They need you.” Addict looked down at her wound, pulling her hand back and taking notice to the unstoppable, steady blood flow, “I don’t have much time left. I thought this wound wasn’t much... but I’m losing too much blood. The bullet must have hit an artery.”
“I’m not leavin’ you behind. I won’t have any of it.” Kellin shook his head, planting his feet steadily to the ground, “Not after what you did for me. You put your life on the line.”
“Don’t act all macho.” Addict scoffed, even smiling a bit, “You have people that depend on you back at the mansion. Go back to them.”
“I won’t. You're the only one who matters to me.” Kellin. leaned forward and put a hand on her shoulder, “They all depend on you just more than me....”
“It’s only a matter of time before I pass out... I’m starting to get there...” Addict rolled her head and her sticky brown hair stuck to her cheeks, “You won’t be able to carry my dead weight back to the car, on top of trying to avoid all those men and their guns... there’s no way.”
“I’ll find a way.” Kellin stood up and looked around the cellar, “You’re not getting’ rid of me that easily.”
Unexpectedly, interrupting their conversation, Kellin got thrown against the wall, his back slamming against the concrete as his vision slightly blurred. Before he knew it, a figure had been gently picking up Addict and leaving with her.
—
After the news broke out that Addict had been kidnapped, Masky and Varrick immediately went out searching, after a brief argument with Kellin of course. Usually, these two didn't work well as a pair, but this situation had been a special one.
Varrick and Masky quickly moved towards the store they had been eyeing ever since arriving in the abandoned demon-filled town moments ago. Varrick yanked the gun from his shoulder and pressed the butt against his shoulder, raising it in front of him warily. Masky tightened his cold fingers around the handle of his crowbar, his hand beginning to shake with anticipation once they arrived at the door.
Masky looked over his shoulder at Varrick and the firearm-wielder nodded humbly, pressing his gun tighter against his body to take aim. Masky grabbed the handle of the door and counted silently in his head, twirling the handle and shoving his shoulder against it. Masky raised his crowbar in the air and Varrick jumped through the door frame, pointing his gun about in different directions. His finger itched to press the trigger once his amber eyes acclimated to the darkness of the room. Upon seeing and hearing no undead intruders, Masky and Varrick cautiously lowered their weapons.
“Where is everyone? Did those fuckin workers leave already?” Varrick boots thumped softly against the hardwood floors as he walked further into the room and examined its contents. Masky moved around a table and crouched down behind a glass display case.
“Nobody is here…” Masky tossed an empty ammo box onto the floor and huffed with discontent. They came all this way just to find nothing but false hope.
“Dammit!!” Varrick shoved his foot against a glass case and it fell off its pedestal heavily against the ground. The glass erupted all over the flooring in a loud crash and Varrick gritted his teeth angrily. Masky sighed and looked to the ground, chewing on the inside of his cheek anxiously. He knew the position Addict had been put in was tough and this was the third town in a month they had come up empty handed. They had searched, and searched, but they had fled the scene. "
Masky and Varrick's attention jumped to the back of the store when they heard a rustle come from the shadows. Varrick propped his gun against his shoulder and the two prudently stepped towards the back of the shop, their ears being raided by the howling wind that continued to beat against the building. Masky narrowed his eyes and looked to the ground, seeing an evident sign of brief movement. Varrick tilted his head and knelt down on one knee,
“What’s this?” His voice asked the question quietly while rubbing his fingers across the floor. Masky crouched down next to him and pulled a flashlight from his jacket pocket, clicking it on and staring at the textured print.
“Bloodied footprints… leading out the back door right there.” The ball of light followed the print trail to the back door, and as if on cue, the door slowly blew open from a touch of the violent wind. Varrick and Masky got to their feet, Masky turning off his small flashlight and placing it back in his pocket. They both walked to the back door and saw the footprints fading into the pasitiness of white snow.
“Should we follow them?” Varrick asked while looking over at Masky briefly. Masky deliberated quickly in his instinctual mind and nodded his head,
“Worth a shot…we have to hurry though. Storm’s comin’ in fast…” Masky looked up at the sky through the back door and already noticed that large snowflakes were beginning to fall. Varrick swallowed a dry lump in his throat and turned around towards the front door of the gun shop.
Snow sharply bit at Masky's warm skin, the air becoming colder and colder with each minute passing. The dark blizzard clouds above them were moving in fast with the hectic winds whirling through the town. As more clouds moved in, they enthusiastically consumed the light of day and persuaded the night to come faster than expected. Masky kept a watchful eye in the streets as Varrick moved from building to building, trying to find the girl they mutually had loved. If they couldn’t find Addict here, Masky would do everything in his power to find her. He would do a search-down on everything abandoned town in the under-realm if he had to.
‘Gotta hurry and find her..’ Varrick found himself staring back up at the snowy sky once a vicious wind tore at his hair and clothing. He narrowed his eyes once seeing the snow beginning to fall heavier and heavier. There was no more time to waste; with or without the group, he had to scout ahead to find shelter for the night.
Varrick narrowed his eyes and stopped, seeing a large, fresh bloodied line stretching from sidewalk to sidewalk. He knelt down and rubbed his fingers in the sticky liquid.
“Human blood..?” There had been a difference in both demon blood, and human blood— demon blood was much thicker, and darkened. While human blood had been lighter. He stared back down at the line confusingly and stood back to his feet. Varrick rubbed his fingers on his pant leg and stepped over the line, careful not to step in it and leave tracks. He pulled the crossbow against his shoulder and carefully walked through the small graveyard of cars, his eyes darting back and forth from window to window.
Another violent wind tore through the town and this time, it brought a snowy vengeance. The snow rained down heavily from the blackened sky, causing Varrick to stop and question his ventures. Even though he worked well alone, he knew that it wasn’t the smartest idea to stray too far from Masky. Varricj threw his arm up in front of his face to shield his cold cheeks from another gust of wind, grunting to himself as he felt his fingers beginning to go numb.
“Addict!” A frantic cry shouted from the middle of town and Varrick turned around, seeing Masky running towards an injured Addict.
He turned to see Addict's head hanging over her lap, her hair masking her face as she leaned up against a tree. Masky rushed up to her and knelt down, tilting her head back up and smacking her cheek lightly, “Addict... come on, stay with me.” Her eyes barely opened and she didn’t protest against him. Masky knew he didn’t have much time before she would completely pass out, “You just have to walk a little further.”
"Fuck....it hurts…so much” She whispered. He then grabbed her arm and pulled it around his neck, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to her feet. She stumbled for a moment and regained her awkward posture, Masky turning towards the doors and looking up into the snowy light above them.
“Come on... we’re going home.” He whispered to her, softly. "You're safe with me.."
—
Feeling a set of incredibly warm hands latch onto hers, she opened her eyes to see Jack knelt down in front of her. He cupped her hands in his and breathed slowly onto her skin, trying to warm her hands up. Goosebumps fluttered up her arms as his hot breath managed to break through her cold flesh. His lips made her hands tingle and his presence made her feel utterly secure. She curled her fingers and he looked up into her brown eyes,
“Thanks… for taking care of me.” She whispered and he slowly dropped her hands into her lap, staring into her eyes. He caught himself quickly and stood back to his feet,
“How did this even happen..?” Addict pouted and her eyes stared up at him weakly,
“I don’t want to be the one with the luxury of sleeping in a comfortable bed tonight… you should take it. You deserve it after all you do.” Addict ignored his question,
“Yeah? Well too bad..you need to be taken care of,” He reached down and grabbed her backpack, hauling it onto the bed next to her. Unzipping it, he stared in and rummaged about until finding what he was looking for. Addict felt him set down an article of clothing on her lap and she looked down, running her hand over the soft mesh of a pair of sweats and a black long sleeved shirt.
“Get on some fresh clothes on…tell me when you're done, I'll be back in here to clean your wounds later.” He wheeled around on his boot heel and his soft footsteps faded towards the door. He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard her softly whimpering, hot tears trailing down her face.
The pain started building tears, having them stream down her face, hot and heavy, and she brought his blanket to her face. Not to inhale the familiar scent or the traces of his cologne which remained, but to stifle her sobs.
He had heard the first sniffle and immediately rushed to the recently closed bedroom door, images filling his mind of going to her, pulling Addict into his arms and comforting
Addict hadn’t meant for Jack to hear her when she had sobbed not an hour after the first time. A small hiccup while she was in the room that she began to sob anew. She had thought that Jack hadn’t seen her continuously raise her arms to her face, she had thought that he was out of the room by now.
The sight of which only made her tears pour faster and Addict tried to pull away, but Jack knew her and he gently grabbed her face, her cheeks securely held in the palms of his hands as he used the rough calloused pads of his thumbs to wipe her tears away, “None of that.” His voice was soft, but the edge in his tone was enough to make her stop. “It’s… I get it,” One graceful shoulder curved into the air as he shrugged, “It’s not easy all the time.” He smiled wryly. “But I’m right here, Addict.” Jack brought up one of her hands to rest over his chest, and he pressed down hard so that she could feel, just faintly, his pulse. It was enough to make her smile, with many an unshed tear in her eye, and Jack made yet another soft noise of sympathy. “Please let me help you.”
Addict's tears continued to fall, temporarily stain Jack's hoodie, and though she wasn't entirely sure as to why she had been so highly strung, so easily upset today, she also knew that not everything she had been thinking, everything which she had been torturing herself with today, was reflective of reality. He hadn’t left her for even a moment, and she knew that this would pass. The way it was feeling to her, it would probably pass like a kidney stone, but it would pass… she just had to hold onto Jack and to the very few things which made sense to her and all would be well.
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"God. How did that kid even get you into this situation? I can't believe this." EJ spoke, freeing the tense silence between the two, as he continued to wrap bandages around her form, staring down at her through the mask. Usually, he wouldn't even make the effort for small talk, but Addict had been someone he had particularly been fond of, though fond wasn't precisely the right word to describe what he felt for the skilled woman.
Crisp white bandages had been wrapped around her chest, down to the middle of her forearm. The smaller scraps and bruises had been gently tended to with smaller bandages, an effort EJ wouldn't make for just anyone. "The wounds look pretty bad, what happened?" He questioned, raising one of her arms above her head as he wrapped additional bandages.
"It wasn't Kellin's fault…he tried his best to help me, he really did. He was so wonderful to me.." She loosely whispered averting her eyes and her hand gently sliding to the back of her neck as she gripped at herself nervously. She couldn't help but notice EJ's form stiffened, his grip around one of her wrists tightened as he turned to look at her through his mask. Jack got slightly jealous, feeling his grip tighten at the mention of Kellin. He didn't have a problem with the empathetic man— at all in fact, that was until he found out how close he was with Addict.
#simp party#simp party my beloved#addict and kellin#addict and varrick hours#masky and addict hours#addict and ej hours
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Its been a while since things have gotten a little heated. Could you do [ UNBUTTON ] and or [ LEAN ] with Astar, Varrick, and Addict? You can switch out any of the prompts and use any that appeal to you!
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[This took so long- I could have kept going with it, but you've waited long enough. I hope you enjoy this steamy Celebrity AU piece!]
In Front of the Camera
“Thank you both for coming on such short notice!” The director exclaimed, leading Anni and Varrick down the tiled floors. “You will be compensated generously for all of your help with this photoshoot!”
Annie tugged at her sleeves as she tried not to look directly at the mostly naked men and women pictured on the walls. She wasn’t sure why she was invited here and her nerves pulled her to refuse and walk out right then. Modeling wasn’t really in her career, much less something like this. She glanced to her friend, and current coworker, Varrick, seeing his nonchalant face as he kept his eyes and ears on the job the director was describing.
A photoshoot for a new lingerie line. The previous models they hired refused to come in for one reason or another, so they asked around everywhere for whoever they could get. Thus, there they were. Really, it was only Varrick that was invited. Varrick made her come along by request, but refused to expand on why.
The three of them reached the doors to the studio finally and Anni stiffened up, anticipating what they’d find.
The room was filled to the brim with equipment, of course. Racks of scanty clothes and undergarments were set about alongside props, decor, and spare lighting. But what caught Anni’s attention so stiffly was the gorgeous concubus currently arched so enticingly over the bedroom set. The lingerie tightly hugged their curves, certain to leave even the slightest mark on their body. Their ruffled hair framed their face perfectly.
Anni lost her breath as their sultry glare flicked towards them and remained on her until the photographer stopped. She and Varrick were pushed further inside and introduced to the clothing designer. She tried to keep her cool despite the stare from the mystery beauty burning into her soul. She fixed her hair and current outfit despite knowing it all would be discarded for a few hours.
“Wonderful, there you both are. We don’t have much time with this room, so we mustn’t dilly-dally,” The designer urged, pushing hangers into Anni’s and Varrick’s arms before shoving them towards the dressing rooms.
Anni glanced back at the beautiful stranger, watching as they languidly stood and took the sweaty water bottle offered to them. She swallowed thickly as she quickly disappeared behind a vague room made out of curtains. Once ‘alone’, she looked down at what had been handed to her and blushed at the sheer fabric hanging in her hands.
Undressing into the lingerie, Anni took much longer to step out from the curtains. Once she did though, she was relieved that no one turned to look at her; Only to realize that everyone’s attention was on her partner, Varrick, who was currently draped over the lounge chaise beside the bed. She hid her flushed cheeks under her hands as she stepped closer to the unknown beauty.
Astaraith however noticed Anni’s presence and smiled as they looked down at the review of photos regarding Varrick’s current selection. They settled a hand on the small of her waist, pulling her close as they leaned in. The enlarged one of the photos with Varrick’s head tilted back and a tight grip to his inner thigh, showing off the garters he wore.
“Do you see him?” They whispered in her ear. Anni squeaked in answer, trying to cover her eyes so she didn’t have to look so closely. “Oh, don’t do that. Take a good look at him.” Astaraith took one of her hands and pulled it away from her face. They settled her hand on the edge of the screen, grip gentle before sliding their palm over her skin until their fingers overlapped.
Anni bit her lip as she stared down the photo of her partner. He was handsome, but she’d never seen him like that before. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies, both from the closeness to the model beside her and from the enticing image before her.
“Oh, he’s looking at us..” Anni’s eyes darted up, and accidentally met his intense glare. Her breath stilled as he adjusted to lean forward as if keeping an eye on whatever Astar would do next. His stare struck deep in her soul and a shiver creeped up her spine as warm lips pressed against her cheek.
“We should stop..” Anni whispered, lightly pushing Astaraith off. But Astaraith doubled down with a smirk as their eyes locked with Varrick’s. He stiffened, ready to get up and shove Astaraith aside.
“Nous venons juste de commencer, mon amour…” They whispered, pulling a whimper out of Anni.
Astaraith laughed and let Anni go then. The photographer had stopped to scold Varrick for his expressions, giving Astar time to recollect themself and reapply their lipstick. They stood aside as Anni was called up to pose. Varrick stood from chaise and stopped beside Astaraith, glaring at them for that little stunt they pulled. Astar merely smiled and readjusted their bra. What they missed as they did so was Varrick’s glare deepening as his gaze briefly, mistakenly, drifted down to the center of their chest. He shook his head and turned away, blush rising over his neck.
Astaraith and Varrick watched as Anni fumbled with each pose. It was sloppy work, even for her first time. Varrick tapped his fingers over his bicep before finally cutting off the photographer to give Anni a few minutes to breathe. He approached where she was propped up on the bed, dropping his weight beside her as he leaned in close. His hands laid on either side of her hips. Her blush deepened as he practically pinned her in place with his gaze.
“Stop overthinking it.” Astaraith blinked, staring straight at the back of Varrick;s head when his voice dropped to a deeper, more sultry tone. “You’re on set, acting out a scene. You’re the protagonist getting ready for an intimate scene.”
Anni could hardly breathe as his advice did not make her situation any better, but it became easier to relax as he pulled away to stand beside Astaraith again. She nodded before focusing on how the photographer wanted her poised. But, the advice was helpful now that the camera flashes started. She ran her fingers through her hair, closing her eyes as she fell into her role.
The photographer finished up and the three of them were sent out to redress. Astar settled their hand on Anni’s waist and led them back to their dressing room, pulling her close and sticking their tongue out at Varrick as they disappeared behind red curtains. Once the two were alone, Astar pinned Anni to the vanity, kissing her cheeks and neck. It had started out in quick, uncontrollable pecks, but slowed to longer presses of lips to heated skin. Anni swallowed thickly as she noticed in the mirror the distinct lipstick marks all over her cheeks.
Astar would have gone further if it weren’t for the firm body pressed against their back and a deep growl in their ear. They paused their slew of kisses to watch Varrick in the mirror. “Je ne pouvais pas rester à l’écart?” they cooed.
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Okay I got your request so here is mine. Can I have a scenario with Addict and Ej since you aren't familiar with my other oc Varrick.
Pretty much this is just angsty. like Addict gets hurt on a mission and its not just any scratch, its like a full blown stab wound or something bad like that and she barely even makes it back to the mansion. Jack gets worried since she hasn't come back yet and she was taking a while but then he smelled blood coming from the woods and he found her laying against a tree, bleeding out. So he pretty much tries to keep it cool and he stitches her up and takes care of her.
Okay here we go-i think I suck at writing stories so sorry but I'll try either way }
STAY CALM - ej x addict
Angsty
addict was hurt and she f_cking knew it and it wasn't good she got f_cking attacked by the reporter she was trying to kill with a d@mn axe yet was able to kill him now she was struggling to return to the mansion but now she knew she probably wouldn't be able to as she felt her legs shaking as she fell to the ground by a tree so much d@mn blood, ej was at the mansion waiting...it's been some time it's starting to worry him surprisingly he never really seems worried even when some others took longer to come home yet he froze realizing the strong scent of blood immediately rushing outside not even caring to put on his hoodie so now here he was searching for her despite it seeming like he never truly cares...he does so now he's in the forest which is dark and dense most people would be intimated yet not the killers which includes Mattie,Tim/masky,hoodie/Brian,Jane,liu,Jeff,Sally,Lucy, Abigail and more...the scent of blood was so d@mn strong by this point yet it was so dark...yet finally he found a blood trail and immediately began following it till he saw addict who was laying against a tree a deep axe wound in her chest immediately he picked her up and rushed to the mansion luckily she was not getting a lecture nor was fighting with him to put her down so now here he is in the medical office fixing her up having to take bandages off and add new ones on...the white fabric would turn a crimson red while he's trying to stay calm since he needs to stay focused and now he finally is finished and is tired since it been hours now as he says in his head "stay calm" that's what he did now he's finished as addict was told by him to rest now it's peaceful again
#angst with a happy ending#eyeless jack#Addict#My beautiful b!tch#Writing exchange#You have been answered#Creepypasta
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interests tag
i was tagged by @capt-snoozles es and @sheimagineddragons :)
MUSIC
Fave genre?
theatre !!! i listen solely to theatre and cartoon music [i.e. mlp songs, steven uiverse sings, etc...]
Fave artist?
uhhh my favorite musical is aladdin and my 1.5 favorite is a chorus line and my second favorite is come from away if those count haha
Fave song?
always: high adventure from aladdin broadway | idk why, but this song always helps me calm and down and take a breath and ground myself no matter what i’m feeling.
at the moment: safer from the musical first date
Most listened song recently?
nothing left to lose from the tangled series but like... the danish version...
and i listen to chant from hadestown a lot too oops
Song currently stuck in your head?
heroes on fire from kipo and the age of wonderbeasts
5 fave lyrics?
"it’s addictive the minute you let yourself think / the things that i say just might matter to someone” - you matter to me, waitress
"only one dad / only inspiring one son / edward, you’re done / writing your perfect tale / telling the perfect tale / it was a perfect tale” - what’s next, big fish
"but wishes are dreams and dreams are pretend / so science and reason win out in the end / science says you’re dead and gone forever / reason says i’m talking to the air / but something in my heart / some secret hidden part / illogically insists that you are there / somewhere” - if i believed - twisted
"and though the people around me / their mouths are still moving / the words they are forming / cannot reach me anymore / and it is quiet / and i am warm / like i’ve sailed / into the eye of the storm” - quiet, matilda
"i’m the son of poseidon / i never asked to be / but i’m the son of poseidon / now face the tide / inside of me” - son of poseidon, the lightning thief
[bonus] “i love a lilting line of lyrical alliteration / who doesn’t love alliteration?” - i love the way, something rotten
radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | louder or silent volume I slow or fast songs | music video or lyrics video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on
BOOKS
Fave book genre?
uhhh i don’t think i have a specific genre, but anything that talks about the morality because i love that kind of analysis
Fave writer?
uhhh it changes, but i usually say chris colfer or edgar allen poe
Fave book?
the land of stories, chris colfer / an author’s odyssey, chris colfer
the lost hero, rick riordan [look it’s my favorite one...]
murder on the orient express, agatha christie
heart of redness, zakes mda
king lear, shakespeare
Fave book series?
the land of stories series by chris colfer :)
Comfort book?
angels at the table - debbie macomber
Perfect book to read on a rainy day?
how to speak dragonese, cressida cowell
Fave characters?
goldilocks / conner bailey, land of stories series
piper mclean, heroes of olympus
camicazi, how to train your dragon series
ron weasley, harry potter series [love ron, not the author tho]
matilda, matilda
5 quotes from your fave book that you know by heart?
"be brave, children. courage is the one thing no one can ever take away from you” - land of stories
"there’s no such thing as im-POSSIBLE, hiccup, only im-PROBABLE. the only thing that limits us are the limits of our imagination” - how to train your dragon
“i like it when somebody gets excited about something. it's nice” - catcher in the rye
“self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting” - henry v
“do you think, because i am poor, obscure, plain, and little, i am soulless and heartless? you think wrong! — i have as much soul as you, — and full as much heart! and if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, i should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you” - jane eyre
“so matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. these books gave matilda a hopeful and comforting message: you are not alone.” - matilda
hardcover or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | reading at night or during the day | reading at home or in nature | listening to music while reading or reading in silence | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVS | judging by the covers or by the summary | rereading or reading just once
TV AND MOVIES
Fave tv/movie genre?
uhh pretty much any cartoon tbh
Fave movie?
the my little pony movie (2017)
the lego ninjago movie (2017)
finding neverland
coraline
Comfort movie?
the my little pony movie (2017) [once watched it six times in one day]
the friendship games
Movie you watch every year?
the my little pony movie (2017) [i watch it once a month over zoom with my internet friend shannon]
Fave tv show?
the hollow
avatar: the last airbender
kipo and the age of wonderbeasts
lego ninjago: masters of spinjitzu
my little pony: friendship is magic
miraculous: tales of ladybug and chat noir
psych
Comfort tv show?
the hollow [specifically s2 ep6, dead end]
Most rewatched tv show?
the hollow
my little pony: friendship is magic
miraculous: tales of ladybug and chat noir
5 fave characters?
sokka sokka sokka sokka sokka, atla
vanessa, the hollow
cole brookestone, ninjago
nino lahiffe, mlb
benson, kipo and the age of wonderbeasts
varrick or bumi ii, legend of korra
tv shows or movie | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more)* | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes* | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online
hehe this took awhile, but this was fun :)))
okay so uhh, imma tag [with no obligations so sorry if you were already tagged], my fellow thespians @bisexuallsokka and @bobisahandsomeskull as well as @leesbian42 and @fixationsbigandsmall
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[ Better boyfriend - Simp Party ]
Synopsis; Ace finally meets Addict, and takes an interest in her.
Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict
Warnings; Slight hints at smut
Note: Literally love the dynamic that both Ace and Addict have. What makes it funnier is how angry Varrick gets towards it--
Word count: 8,195
Sweat drenched his back despite the depths of the Slenderman-woods being as cold as ice. The shadows that lurked in between the trees are still as death, the colours of grey and black bounced his visions in every which way he looked. There seemed to be no end to this cruel maze. Apprehension nipped his toes, the voices in his head desperately screaming for him to turn back and run, and yet through the eerie whispers of the trees and the hoots belonging to watchful eyes above he kept forward.
That is why he must be brave in the faces of adversity- in the name of Zalgo's honor. Searching for Varrick, the proxy that he was certain was pretty much useless….Only if he was also certain as to where he was going.
The trees stood tall enough so their branches and leaves shaded the forest floor of any sunlight- Zalgo's right-hand man is starting to grow irritated. Doubt piled on top of his head like stones stacking on top of each other, it isn’t a good idea to be in the Slenderman forest, especially when he was Zalgo's proxy If only he had stuck to the original path from the map he was given he wouldn’t be lost and wandering, spending hours to navigate his way back into the opening.
However, as he crossed over a fallen tree, he could see a spot of sunlight ahead, and a tall towering gothic mansion, and Varrick. He let out a sigh of exasperation, rage twisting his expression. "Varrick!"
Briefly not noticing bout his presence, Ace came from nowhere and grabbed Varrick by the shirt, dragging him across the ground and throwing him to the ground. He yanked him by the collar shirt, and was about to ram his fist into his face, before making eye contact with a beautiful woman. The proxy smiled endearingly as the sun highlighted her hair a glowing brown, he had truly never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. A smudge of blood stained her cheek, and he was almost tempted to clean it himself.
“Varrick, why didn't you tell me you had such a lovely little friend,” Briefly forgetting about the beating he was about to give Varrick, he dropped him to the ground. He stopped a good distance in front of her, the stance he held as well as his smoulder exuberated a kind of cockiness, as slight blush stirred on Addict's face.
"If he's your boyfriend, just know I could treat you much better." He took off his mask, showing off his incredibly striking features. "I know I'd certainly be able spoil you better, I'm fucking rich." He smirked, gently taking her hand and pressing his soft lips against it. Addict flushed when he began peppering her hand with kisses so soft it almost made him question if he was even making contact. Honestly, she wanted to pull away from his grasp, but he was incredibly attractive.
Varrick glared, getting up from his position, and lunging towards Ace with malicious intent. Ace swiftly dodges, slightly pressing Addict to his shirtless chest so she wouldn't get into the crossfire between them. The proximity between them is nearly suffocating. "Woah there, watch out. You almost hit the lovely lady, Smith."
The stranger that caught Addict at the right moment dashingly smiles down at her in his hold. She can't help but stare up at him, a warmth seeping towards her cheekbones, his magenta eyes were nearly hypnotizing. The height difference between them made her blush even more, he seemed to be at least 6'5. He gingerly let's her go, giving Addict a quick smile. Their faces are so close to each other and she can feel her heart pounding in her chest. His hands carelessly stroked her lower area and she jerked away, flustered, and glaring.
"Leave her alone, Ace." Varrick seethes out, throwing a punch towards the taller incubus, but Ace swiftly dodges. Jealousy is noticeably seething from Varrick's expression as he glares towards the flirtatious proxy.
"I can understand why you're so jealous, Varrick. We both know I'd fuck her way better," Ace smirked. "And I'd be able to give her all my undivided attention. I'd be a way better boyfriend."
Without turning around, he simply waves his hand in the air. "Anyways, I came here to tell Varrick about his mission deadline. Zalgo will be expecting him in a few days."
Addict stood there in a dazed trance trying to process the wonderful mess she's gotten into. She watches him fade off in the distance with furrowed eyebrows. It was odd that he had left so suddenly, especially when he seemed so mad earlier. Addict just shrugs her shoulders and head home for the night.
Addict started to walk back to the mansion, and as she slid her hand into her back pocket, she felt a piece of paper that wasn't there before. She brought it out.
xxx-xxx-xx
Call me~
That sly motherfucker.
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With a towel around his waist, Varrick entered the room with his hair slicked back, however, a few strands fell back over his forehead. His skin glistened as there were droplets of water trailing over his skin. He glanced at Addict's concentrated expression and padded towards the side of the bed that she was on, snuggled under the covers.
"Hey," Varrick spoke, trying to get Addict's attention. One of his fingers poked her cheek, slowly pushing her head to the side. That made her flicker her eyes to him as she moved the piece of paper away and looked up at him questioningly.
"Yes?"
"You've been spacing out so much," he said, taking the spoon from her hand and scooping up some ice cream for himself. "We barely interacted after that whole interaction with Ace. I wanna watch something.."
"Sure," she grinned, poking his stomach. "Get some clothes and come sit next to me."
He nodded, wandering over to the closet to get a hoodie and sweatpants since it was too cold. After changing into his clothes, he slithered under the covers and she edged closer to him, restingyher chin on his shoulder and smiling at him when he twisted his head in her direction. She gave his lips a small kiss before she was about to turn her head away. Though, Varrick had cupped her cheek and leaned in for a longer, chaste kiss before parting and resting his forehead against hers.
"... Is that all? Can we go back to watching--" She said, jokingly, to pester him.
"Shut the hell up, I'm still jealous you know.. " he muttered, cutting her off. With a snort, Addict stood up, revealing her form clothed in shorts and one of Varrick's hoodies. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to put the ice cream in the freezer and I'll come back,"
He hummed, reclining onto his back and resting his head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. The click of the door sounded when Addict closed it behind her before she ran to the bed and jumped onto Varrick with a giggle. A grunt emanated from his lips when she landed on top of him to nestle into him. His arms snaked around her and he shifted both of them so that they were both lying on their sides, facing each other.
Addict's fingers rested at the back of his head, gently ushering him to bury his face into the crook of her neck and her cheek pressed against the top of his head. The aroma of musk wafted from Varrick, along with a flowery scent from his damp tresses that she drifted her digits through.
It was such a tranquil moment. That is until, however, she glanced at the piece of paper that sat on the nightstand.
"Ace.." the hushed words left her lips involuntarily.
"Ugh." Varrick parted from the embrace with a scowl, glaring down at her. "Stop saying his name."
"Hey…" Addict pouted, but he continued to glare. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You know I'll always love you, " she grinned, placing a quick kiss on his jaw.
In return, Varrick began to pepper kisses along her jawline and to her collarbone. He then, suddenly, nipped down sharply on her skin and she let out a small gasp.Yshe knew this was him showing that he was annoyed (and it was almost as if he was showing Ace who she belong to, which was completely stupid).
After leaving several bites and marks on her skin, some that would be difficult to conceal, his lips found hers, gently moulding together. Entangling her digits in his locks, Addict tugged at them to earn a small groan mingled with a growl that bubbled up from his throat and vibrated against her lips. Soon parting, he rested his forehead against hers as a smirk pulled at her lips.
#simp party#simp party my beloved#addict and ace hours!#addict and varrick hours#addict and varrick#literally Varrick being jealous is so funny and I don't know why😭#he's so protective over Addict omg#and then here we have this dork Ace#ace is so flirty LMFAO
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Hello! So here is my request, no pressure, don't feel the need to rush and get rid of this if you don't want to write it! Thanks to my foggy mind at the moment it kinda made it hard to think of an idea so I just went with one of my previous ideas.
So Addict is nervous about something, could be a up coming mission, could just be her anxiety? Varrick notices though and decides to try and distract her by playing her a song or two on the guitar, that leads to her mentioning how she's always wanted to learn how to play so he pulls her into his lap and rests the guitar in front of her. He pretty much teaches her some chords and how to place her fingers in certain spots to make the sound ring out nicely. The entire time though Addict is kinda flustered since Varrick's chest is pressed right up against her back and he is gently just guiding her fingers on the strings while whispering a few praises when she gets a chord right.
That was pretty much the idea, feel free to change it in anyway you'd like!
[ Remedy- Simp Party ]
CW; None
TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict
NOTE; There was a whole ass smut scene I wrote, but ended up cutting it from the story because I wanted to make this purely fluff... I still have it tho 🦅
CHARACTER COUNT; 8,988
Addict's body jolted up out of her seat as she panted and looked around, confused about her surroundings. She looked around frantically as the sun high in the sky beat down through the window of the room, causing her skin to burn with warmth. Addict then stumbled out of the chair and found her way to the door, gripping the door handle without hesitation.
She tore it open and staggered out, giving a brief stare to the man as he stood surprised by her appearance. Falling to the ground, she panted even more out of exhaustion and slight confusion; she got back to her feet and hobbled towards the table that was parked next to the room she had previously been in. Her fingers grabbed a bottle of water and wasted no time twisting the cap off its wet contents. She then put it to her mouth and took a large swig, then raised it over her head to dump the rest of it onto her face. Varrick walked up behind her, concerned about her wellbeing, “Addict, you okay? You don’t seem right minded.”
Addict put her hands down on the table and took a couple deep breaths, her head clearer as she looked over at him, her wet hair drooping around her face. She nodded and sighed, moving the wet locks from her face,
“Yeah, sorry. Just had a bad dream… forgot where I was for a moment. I've been so damn anxious from the mission that I've been getting terrible dreams,” She laughed under her breath and Varrick put a hand on her shoulder, softly pulling her towards the couch,
“You know, you can always cancel. You've been anxious about this for weeks, Addict.” Addict shook her head against wanting to stay,
“No. The water was all I needed, I’m going. The mission is going to need all the help it can get…" Addict's eyes rolled to the plastic bottle, carelessly tossing to the side in annoyance, "Plus…they'd totally get their asses kicked without me. You know this, Varrick."
"That is true," He smiled a bit, "But still…you know how I feel about you being nervous and all. I really care about you," Before either of them knew it, he had pulled her into a hug much more abrupt and tighter than usual.
Addict's nose pressed against his shoulder and she can smell the day he’s had: the lingering soapy fragrance from his morning shower, the slight tinge of musk from fighting all day, the faint yet savory punch from the ramen he ate for lunch. Her arms mimic his, sneaking around his larger frame while her hands grasp the fabric between his shoulder blades. It’s comforting, Addict thinks, but she can’t ignore the shouts from her body.
“Varrick, this is sweet and all, but I kinda can’t breathe..” Normally, he’d let go of her quick, profusely teasing her for almost crushing her with his superhuman strength. This time, it doesn’t happen.
Varrick replies, “Sorry,” but pulls her further into him. He holds Addict tight, like a child clutching their favorite teddy bear, protecting him from all the things that go bump in the night. His face is settled into the crook of her neck and she can feel his lips press into her skin with a sigh. "You're always so busy…I wish I could do something about it."
For the first time today, Addict's seemingly permanent scowl fades from her lips as they curve up ever so slightly.
With a sigh, Varrick leans over once more and practically throws himself on her, both of them falling onto the couch with a soft oof, his head on her chest and his ear pressed against her heart that directs his own to slow. He wastes no time scooping Addict into his arms and holding her tight like she were the only thing left in the world. She did enjoy this, but she was confused on why he suddenly was so affectionate..
The hand rubbing circles into his back commands his muscles to relax while another swims through his hair and attempts to tame raven locks that had been viciously tousled throughout the day. The two of them lay in silence together, eyes hid behind heavy lids, enjoying each other’s presence and soft breathing, and she can’t help but laugh to herself every time Varrick lets out a sigh as he continues to loosen up.
Addict feels a stir when he removes an arm from her waist and places it on her face, and despite the winter at his fingertips, she leans into it. His thumb rubs the apples of her cheeks, red and hot from his touch, and ejes plant a kiss on his palm. He laughs, pressing his thumb into her lips before he brings it to his own for an indirect kiss. It brings a smile to her face and she hugs him tighter; he reciprocates by returning his arm around her sides. They melt into each other from the warmth of their touching bodies and the mixture of their scents and the seemingly unending embrace they shared. He pulled away,
"Wait here," Varrick smirked a little, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, "I have an idea."
In the next moment, he brought out his guitar. He pressed his fingers against the strings on the neck of the guitar, and softly started strumming with the lower part of the instrument. The melody produced was soft, and comforting to her ears. She slowly leaned her against the couch as she softly hummed with the lovely tunes being produced. It certainly brought her mind at ease, but there was still something she had been thinking about.
"Hey," Addict suddenly interrupted him, afraid sh3 wouldn't be able to talk unless she did so. Varrick stopped strumming for a moment, shifting his head to look at her. "You know…I've never actually tried to play a guitar before. Do you think you could….maybe…teach me?"
Silence. The man stared at her blankly for a moment, she gulped awkwardly as she waited for him to reply, and observed im placing a hand on his chin thoughtfully. After a minute he looked down at her, and before she knew it, she was pulled into his lap. "Alright, I'll teach you." He whispered near her ear, and a small hue of pink blush started to fade onto her face.
Varrick softly took her hand, guiding her fingers along the neck of the guitar and pressing them down so she'd create a chord. He then took her other hand, lowering it to the bottom-half of the guitar, and helped her strum. "Good girl, you're doing great. " He praised.
Varrick's demeanor seemed to change for a second as he examined Addict, and for the first time in a while, she felt flustered nder his gaze. Her fingertips ightly raked against rhe guitar and she looked at the floor instead of the guitar.
"Hey." he suddenly said, his voice was stern. "Don't look at the floor, keep your eyes on the guitar." A soft expression came about Addict, nodding at his words and leaning against him as he slithered his hand underneath her chin. His hand gently reached up and cupped her jaw, his eyes looking down at her, his thumb gently caressing circles against the soft skin of her face as he slowly lifted her chin. She let him.
She felt extremely flustered…and she would for the rest of the night..
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Okay! Got your request, it will be done soon! I'm gonna use my time machine au idea though.....
So Addict is just kinda stunned that she is meeting future DILF Varrick who she is married to and has kids with.....and lets just say he's there to stop something bad from happening to her so she is okay in the future. But she is just so in awe and flustered at this manly, man before her. Like she notices things about the older Varrick.....like was Varrick always so tall? Has he been working out more in the future....and oh...he doesn't look to bad with a little bit of stubble on his face...
But she also notices his new behavior, hes definitely more chill and is much more of a sweetheart. So he notices shes kinda freaking out, so he offers to go to the bar with her. When they go some guy walks up to Addict and starts being pushy/flirty and Varrick physically obliterates the guy....not in a jealous way like the younger Varrick, but more like a "I must protect" way.
It can end however you'd like! Also if you have any questions feel free to ask, although...I may be a little late with responses but I'll try my best! Tysm and take your time with this!
[ Falling in love with you, all over again. - Simp Party ]
SYNOPSIS; Addict meets future Varrick, and he takes her on a small trip.
CONTENT WARNINGS; Suggestive themes towards the end,
NOTE; Okay so I changed it up a bit, and I really hope you like the little changes I made. Honestly...this was just really fun to write, and the dynamic between dilf Varrick and Addict is just amazing.
CHARACTER COUNT; 11,579
Freedom.
That was the only word that conjured in Addict's mind as both she and Varrick sped down the highway on his motorcycle. She was free, here, on the back of this bike. It felt so good. It felt so right. She couldn’t imagine herself anywhere in that moment. Despite being through this many times, this time was a…little different.
It was all because of Varrick she was here, on her way to bar. He was the reason why her heart was beating strong. Without him, she would be six feet under rotting away slowly like a flower wasting away in a vase. Addict couldn’t express how grateful she was for meeting such a man like him. A man like him, who was broken and pieced back together by crappy glue. This Varrick she was with, was so much different than the one she knew. He was strong, sweet, and honestly just generally caring, she had been confused of the situation at hand, but honestly she couldn't care less right now. His kind and gentle words had completely persuaded her that he was from the future, and the way he so tenderly cared for her over the smallest things the moment he got there.
The Varrick she knew would be fighting with Masky over her, but this older Varrick was so much more mature, and completely ignored Masky, as he gently took her hand and guided her to his motorcycle. She had been so confused, and quite honestly blushed at his actions, even if he needed help.
She was willing to help him with that. She was willing to help him with anything the moment she met him. Every time she came face to face with him, the pit of her stomach would burn with nervousness and flutter with uncertainty. Addict became more mentally ill around Varrick, in a good way, and there was no stopping her anymore. He was the one. He was absolutely the one.
Addict's arms tightened around Varrick's waist and she leaned forward, staring at the mass amount of scenery passing by them in their wake. Her chocolate brown locks were tied up on the back of her head and she felt the gentle tug of her ponytail whipping behind her. Her brown eyes glazed over all they could behind the dim lenses of her Ray Bans. They were almost to the bar and a new kind of flora and fauna met them along the way.
Addict had never seen so many pine trees before it felt so foreign. There were masses of them once they entered the lower part of the country and the forestry all around them was super thick. Addict was so used to seeing farm fields and livestock all over the place. But here, in the thickets of the flora, that’s all there were: plants. Blue skies shined above them with the sun bearing down on their tan skin, only a few clouds crawling about here and there. Cars and other motorcycles would pass them by, and sometimes Varrick would be doing the passing. But every time they passed a motorcycle, it was biker etiquette 101 to wave at each other and acknowledge their presence.
Addict learned that the atmosphere along the highways up north were a bit chillier than the humid, hot weather where she had lived. Sooner or later, she found herself wearing Varrick's coat when he offered it to her at a quick stop for gas. Him being a man and all, he didn’t need a jacket. All he needed was his sleeveless shirt and his angel winged biker vest. God…she marveled at those muscles, her eyes were practically glued to them at this point..
Finally they had arrived and it wouldn’t be too much longer before they rolled into the tiny town. After stopping off one last time for gas, and grabbing a few snacks, they were back on the open road in no time. This Varrick didn't wanna take her to some roughened demon-bar in the under-realm, instead, he wanted to treat his sweet little wife. (His words, not mine.)
Addict had to admit she was tired, but she could care less. It was completely worth sitting on her ass for hours on end. The exuberance Shovelhead, the liberty of the scenery, and being in the company of future Varrick all felt like a dream to her. But it wasn’t a dream.
Addict looked back at Varrick's frame in front of her, his short brown hair flicking to and fro. The wind rolled off his body and swept its blunt force against his chest and face. The motorcycle's reverberations traveled through his contracting muscles and managed to pound against them like a hammer. His thick, tan skin contorted around the trimness of his muscular physique, Addict wanting to desperately rub her hand over them. Had he always been this tall…? But being the lady she was, she kept to herself. But she knew all too well she couldn’t keep to herself for much longer. She had to do something about her desires whether it required his help or not.
Just the thought of it made her heart vibrate with excitement. Just as she thought of this, they had finally arrived.
“I can’t believe we’re actually here.” Addict smiled and looked down the street to where all the people were congested.
“We didn’t drive all the way up here for nothin’, sweetheart. My doll only deserves the best after all,” Varrick craned his neck and Addict nodded, as blush coated her cheeks. His accent, it slightly resembled Vince's southern tongue. Since when did Varrick have a southern accent?
"What's wrong with demon bars?" Addict asked quietly. It's not that she didn't wanna be here, she had frankly been excited to be somewhere that wasn't completely chaotic. Addict hadn't been in the actual human world for years, except for missions. No, she was jist genuinely curious as to why he didn't like them. She stared up at his handsome frame, as his eyes trailed off in thought slightly.
"Never been a fan of em, I guess," Varrick shrugged. Varrick smiled to himself when he saw the look on Addict’s face when they walked down the strip. Addict walked up to bikes and examined every detail from their paint jobs to the engines they harbored in their frames. Her eyes then locked with the mass amount of crowds, and people, realizing just how much she missed her true home.
But the people were now the ones that caught her eye. She stared at their happy faces and felt their friendly auras as she passed each of them by. Most of the adults that passed held beers in their hands, purchased by the many bars that were up and across the sidewalks. It was just as packed in the day than she saw the night before, and the numbers were still climbing. A small kid ran up to her, and flashed a big smile at her as the kid waved at her. Addict's warmed at this, and she couldn't help but give the child a little wave back.
"Y'know, in the future, we have our own little squirts running around," Varrick pulled her by the waist slightly, "And they're just as beautiful, and as talented as their mom." Addict swore she was about to collapse at his words, to say she was weak in the knees would be a massive understatement. To make it worse, that charming and goofy smile never left his face. He gently took her hand, and sat her down at an outside bar, "Alright, I'll be right back sweetheart." He smiled.
— … —
Addict saw a different side to Varricj that she had never seen. He was a bit apprehensive with things, especially when it came to things relating to her, and he was oddly easy going. Varrick even seemed a bit shy here and there, and sometimes careful with his surroundings, he hadn't even been as cocky as the current Varrick.
In her thoughts, Addict completely neglected her immediate surroundings. She let out a yelp and down she went. Her body toppled over a random motorcycle and she managed to catch herself on the concrete before hitting it hard. The asphalt scraped against the palms of her hands and a few pebbles dug into her skin. Addict hissed and groaned as she pushed herself off the ground, feeling her hands throbbing with burning intensity.
“Hey ya’ll!? That’s my motorcycle you almost just kicked over!” A rough voice shouted and Addict looked up to see a very tall man standing over her. A jagged scowl peered out from the thick black whiskers of a beard and mustache. Deep brown eyes glared down at her, making her gulp with a bit of fear.
“Get your ass up, girl!” His big hand yanked Addict up by the arm,
“Let me go!” Addict barked and she jerked herself out of her grasp. She could hear a growl come from his throat,
“You done knocked the mirror off my hog, bitch!”
“It was an accident!” Addict replied and looked over her shoulder to see a small mirror sitting on the concrete, “Nothing you can’t replace anyhow!”
“Listen here you little-!”
“You wanna lose that hand, buddy?” Addict looked over to see Varrick at her side, his jaw tight and eyes glowering. The man’s eyes narrowed and he abruptly moved his hand,
“Your bitch broke the mirror off my bike!” He pointed, but Varrick didn’t bother to acknowledge the broken reflector. The angry biker’s eyes shifted to Addict again, “Tell her to get on her pretty knees and fix it like the good little woman she is.”
“Why don’t you get your own fat ass on your knees and fix it yourself?” Varrick asked, “She ain’t gonna do nothin’ to that piece of shit you call a motorcycle.”
“What’d you say, boy?” The biker growled as he took a step towards Varrick, “Does eatin’ a mouth full of concrete sound good to you right now?”
“Let’s just take a step back here.” Addict tugged at Varrick, as he protectively wrapped an arm around her waist, managing to get him to take a couple steps back, “Sir, I’m sorry about your mirror, but I don’t see what the big deal is. Those mirrors are really cheap, and you even have two more on there, so it shouldn’t be that big of a problem.”
“You’re missing the point, little lady.” He replied and Addict continued to stand her ground,
“I don’t believe I am. You’re just acting like a little bitch about this entire situation. Accidents happen, so just get over it.”
The biker seemed to be a bit speechless to be told off by such a smaller woman. Upon hearing no reply, Addict grabbed at Varrick arm and pulled him along with her. His looked a bit dumbfounded himself and looked back at the rather large biker man, seeing that he was now turning in the opposite direction. Varrick smiled, tilting his head and looked at her, “My, my, when’d you grow a pair of balls?”
“I’ve always had them,” Addict looked back at him with a small, amused smile, “You just never give me a chance to stand up for myself.”
“Damn...” Varrick mumbled to himself. But then again, no matter how different they were from each other, Addict was still Addict. He noticed her gaze had been lingering on him for a bit, and an overly obvious blush coating her cheeks. Before she knew it, he pulled her behind one of the stands, and smirked.
Her future husband gave her shit-eating grin. “Did you see something ya liked?”
Addict snorted and flipped back around to focus on her surroundings. He laughed loudly from behind her and wrapped his arms around her body. He started to kiss in the back of her neck and shoulders. She squirmed a little bit but quietly picked at the ground with with her eyes. His hands slid under her shirt and rubbed against the softness of her skin.
“Varrick, we’re in public. Anybody could come in here.” She mumbled,
“Isn’t that the excitin’ part?” He whispered in her ear, tongue sliding up the ridge of her ear. A small noise slipped out and he was on her like a dog with scraps. He ground against the roundness of her ass as the hand came around to the back of her neck to hold her into place. "Just kiddin' sweetheart, I'll save that part for later. No need to get so worked up now," He smirked, pressing a chaste kiss against her neck before pulling away. "Damn, I feel like I'm falling in love with you…all over again."
#dilf Varrick#dilf varrick hour#simp party#simp party my beloved#addict and varrick hours#addict my beloved#THEYRE SO CUTE HELP#I really like this version of Varrick he treats Addict so well
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Okay! So I just saw your request and I'm super excited to write it!
I also have a super funny idea regarding the last fic you just wrote with Maskys motorcycle and Addict.
So Varricks ass gets beat by Masky because he decides to steal Maskys motorcycle. But out of spite Varrick decides to buy his own and take Addict on rides and then Masky gets jealous and they fight over who's going to take Addict on rides lmao, so they pretty much start doing things to piss each other off and make the other jealous, while Addict just kinda let's it happen.
The rest is up to you! But I thought it was a funny idea!!
Also if you don't wanna do this then please don't! It's totally fine either way and I'll get to yours once I get home!
(I've been stuck in South Carolina all day with my dad getting some crazy fireworks for 4th of July since he loves shooting them off!)
Arguments over simple things, - Simp Party
Synopsis; Varrick and Masky fight over Addict,
Cw; Non
Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict
Note: Definitely didn't turn out the way I originally wanted it to, but egh-- sorry about that. Also left it on somewhat of cliff hanger, but I definitely wanna write out a second part if you do happen to request.
Word count: 6,915
"You have a motorcycle now?!"
Addict were standing in the small shrubbery of the forest with Varrick, staring at the black-painted vehicle in front of her. "Sure do," Varrick replied smugly, fishing the keys out of his pocket. "Better than Masky's damn Motorcycle, way better."
“Ready to go?” His raspy voice asked and Harli nodded, giving him her silent answer. Varrick then turned, walking back down the hill to the more level ground among the forest. Varrick walked towards his motorcycle and Addict stopped a couple paces infront of him, her lips drew into a thin line,
“I'm not sure.." She muttered and quickly watching as he turned to face her, “I feel like you're going to do something reckless if I say yes.."
“Since when have you cared about being reckless?” He narrowed his eyes curiously, letting out an amused breath as she watched her figure. She only shrugged her shoulders,
“I guess you're right.” He stared at her for a few moments before nodding his head towards his motorcycle, “Yeah sure... let’s go.”
The door to the garage opened and Masky's head popped out, his eyes searching for Addict, “Addict?! Come on, I'm heading out!” He called upon finally spotting her, waving for her to go into the garage. Addict looked back over her shoulder,
“It’s alright, I'm hitching a ride with Varrick!”
“What!?” Masky asked both confused and surprised. Masky exhaled, ignoring the way his jaw tightened as he clenched his teeth. Tingling sensations spread between his fingers, static signals reminded him to take a breath as he squeezed his fists, all of a sudden— he felt the need to beat Varrick to an absolute pulp once again. His narrowed gaze was focused on Addict.
Masky swallowed the lump in his throat, a manifestation of your growing anger that had been brewing, "Wait a damn minute!" He yelled, marching towards the two.
“The fuck do you want?" Varrick's raspy voice echoed and he looked over his shoulder, glaring at the proxy.
“Didn't you already have enough damn fun with her when you stole my motorcycle?” Masky scoffed,
“Oh please,” Varrick said stepping off his small vehicle, “You seriously still pissed about me taking Addict on a little ride? You're sure one jealous son a bitch, aren't you?"
“I'm not fucking jealous.” Masky lied through his teeth, “It's just that earlier, it was pretty damn clear I was going to take her on a ride, and now all of sudden you want to? Seems like you're doing it to piss me off.”
“Listen,” Varrick stepped forward and glared over at him, “I'm not gonna stand here and argue bout this mindless shit. Wanting to take Addict anywhere had nothing to do with you, honestly I couldn't give two fucks about you, Tim.”
“You don't give a fuck about anything but pissing people off,” Masky's brown eyes moved back to Varrick, “And you're trying to tell me you aren't doing this on purpose just to try and piss me off? That's bullshit.” Masky narrowed his eyes at Vareick and he continued, “I swear, I'm going to beat you a bloody pulp.”
"So why don't you try it, proxy. I assure you, you aren't going to come out alive this time." Varrick challenged and Masky only stared into his intimidating eyes. Snapping out of this momentary trance, Varrick's signature Cheshire cat grin carved its way onto his face, signalling this meant trouble. That was Addict's cue for leaving. Without saying anything else to the two, she turned on her heel, ready to escape the rather tense situation. However, she didn’t get the chance to even make it back into the mansion, before she got pulled behind a tree.
“What the—“
As Addict try move forward, she felt a strong arm around her waist and a hand clasp on her mouth, yanking her backwards. A muffled yelp escaped from Addict's mouth through the fingers pressed against her lips, Addict feeling the warm sturdy chest of another human being against her back as she was leaned up against it. Her bright hazel-nut, frightened eyes stared into Kellin's blue irises, seeing them calm, cool, and collected. He pulled his hand from her mouth and she breathed frantically, “Stay quiet, they might hear us. Well— probably not, not over their petty arguing..” he chuckled softly, his lips pulling into that goofy smile Addict knew all too well.
"Anyways, sorry for pulling you in randomly like that—" He coughed, "I just wanted to take you on a ride of my own. I don't have a vehicle as cool as a motorcycle, but it's something." He smiled, "So uhm— would you like to go….with me?"
A soft expression came about Addict, nodding at his words and watching him as he approached her. A blush crept up on her cheeks, as his hand gently reached up and cupped her cheek, his eyes looking down at her, his thumb gently caressing circles against the soft skin of your face. Sje let him. "They don't deserve you," he said softly. "I know I'm being selfish with you…but they can get so aggravating.."
"Tell me about it," Addict laughed. "They're like that all the time, and honestly it's actually funny and somewhat amusing. But it does kinda get annoying sometimes..hah" he gently brushed his thumb over her cheekbone one last time before pulling away.
"We should go now, I think Varrick caught onto the fact that you're gone."
"Wh-What?! Already?" She suddenly exclaimed, regretting it the moment it came from her lips. "I-I mean-"
"You don't want him to chase after us?" Kellin asked, slightly amused at her action. "The rush of them chasing us would be way too much fun, how easily those two get riled up over you is just hilarious." He softly chuckled.
Addict gulped down slowly, nodding in response. "Yeah, you're right," she told him, while laughing slightly.
He smiled, extending out the hand and beckoned Addict to his side. Addict looked at the hand, not letting herself hesitate as she took his hand and laced her fingers together. "Let's go, before they catch up," he said.
"Yes," Addict whispered. "Let's."
#masky and addict hours#simp party my beloved#simp party#addict and kellin#addict and varrick hours#addict and masky hours#lolololol they're such simps for her#Varrick bought a whole ass motorcycle for her oml that just SCREAMS simp#We stan Kellin tho#Kellim best boi#these dorks argue all the time lmao
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Okay so be warned this idea is pretty angsty and it's something that isn't talked about much, but Addict when she gets really emotionally distressed or upset she tends to get more self destructive and more reckless.
So Addict is having a bad day already, she got punished by Slender for being too reckless during a mission and then on top of that she goes out in the normal world to try and get her mind off of it and she recognizes her mother, her mother obviously doesn't see her but Addict already being distraught and seeing her mother suddenly she kinda just spirals and explodes. It's rare when Addict loses it, but when it happens it's messy and not very pretty.
So she goes to the underworld and does underground fights and she is absolutely destroying people, but she of course is getting her ass beat up too but one of her love interests sees her and they see her practically beating people to pulp so and they try to stop her but she refuses she gets really beat up and knocked out. It can end how you'd like, but I'll send some Hc's in discord for this so you have a bit more info and this is a really sad idea....so I apologize in advance...
(take your time and don't do this if you don't want, plus if you have any questions then feel free to ask)
[ Distraught Memories - Simp Party ]
SYNOPSIS; Addict sees her mother, and instantly becomes distraught.
PAIRINGS; Ace x Addict, Varrick x Addict
CONTENT WARNINGS; Trauma, violence, Addict getting knocked out.
NOTE; no comment..
TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict
CHARACTER COUNT; 11,433
Later in the night, a dejected and punished Addict made her way up a familiar path that led to her family's old favored restaurant, the familiar place coming into view slowly. Her anger was only now calming slowly, nearly failing a mission, and having being punished by Slendeman in a cruel manner less than an hour ago. She came here, not to cool her head, but out of a nostalgic pull of her heartstrings, something she should not have done if she wanted to calm her anger. Seeing all of the broken and dusted items only angered her more, it reminded her of the happiness she once had and would never have again.
But it was more than nostalgia that had pulled her here. Something much stronger and so much more mysterious than that.
Addict saw her, wherever she went, with the slightest flash of brown hair or the gentle tint of chocolate-brown eyes that anyone carried within their features. Addict's mind would piece together these diminished details and morph together her face, even if the person that bared the slightly similar traits looked nothing like her. And when she smelled smoke, her eyes would close and she would be unable to focus on the current situation, she would try to trail her thoughts elsewhere because she knew that if she let herself actually smoke....she would see her mother. It was bad. It might have been one of the reasons why Addict was so comforted by the smell of the tobacco-ridden sticks, because somewhere inside she knew that she just wished to hold her mother again. Addict wanted to feel the calmness that came with a mother's love, so much so that sometimes it would manifest in her mind and play tricks on her to make her believe the memory was real, that her smile was real.
The gentle graze of her scarred skin, the sudden wave of peace as if she suddenly felt like it would all be alright, the disappearing self-doubt, it was something she had imagined plenty of times during er time back home. But this time it was different, in place of the false reality her mind had created of the calming but cold touch was a real sensation. The warmth of an actual human hand and not the replacement of a memory. Addict stopped, snapping her head around quickly and looking back, trying to spot the person she had just walked by.
Their hands had grazed, so briefly, but it was a familiar feeling. Her eyes desperately searched the swarming faces of people laughing and grimacing, whoever it was had been lost in the crowd. Addict's heart felt as if it suddenly began clenched as if she had skipped a bit as the gentle features of the familiar woman came into view. Her mother seemed different, and Addict was about to speak when something came over her face.
It was recognition, it puzzled Addict. Addict's eyes filled with something she recognized, however, the shakiness of her own pupils as they dilated slightly, and the way her chest tightened and restricted her from showing too much motion as she breathed. Without knowing it Addict quickly tried to step closer, her other hand slowly and unconsciously reaching out for her mom. Without Addict knowing it, her body had tried to move forward to hold the woman in comfort, out of pure and complete instinct.
But something was wrong with Addict, something was different, because upon seeing the hand that reached for her the girl stumbled back and fell desperately onto her back, tripped by the many people and fell onto the ground. The recognition in Addict's eyes grew more, it made her shake in her sight and she tried to pick herself up again but froze when she realized the tears that welled up in her eyes. Despite wanting to be with her family so desperately, she knew she had involved herself with the paranormal, and it would only put a target on them if she had.
Something was in the air, quite literally, and she had smelt it before.
"Cigarettes..." the whisper came softly from her lips. A comforting smell from home, and she knew it all too well when it had been lingering from her mother.
The air smelt of smoke, just like it had that day when she had run away from home.
— … —
After taking off their shoes, the two stepped into the ring of the under-realm's underground mini-arena and their eyes locked hateful. Addict took a deep breath, half rethinking her decision in doing such an activity. But now, there was no turning back. She needed to take her anger out on something somehow.
“Alright bitches! Let’s have a little fun!” The announcer called and grabbed the bell, “Five minutes on the clock! Go!!”
Her eyes opened to the voice that broke the barrier of silence, seeing a tall, lean man standing in front of her with a smug smile. His white teeth radiated from the moonlight and his light brown eyes turned black, signaling his demonic nature, “I thought you would be a little more prepared for my arrival. Others have told me a lot about you and how dangerous you can be…” His eyes flickered back as he studied her features amusingly, softly laughing to himself, “I don’t see how such a little creature such as yourself were able to kill almost every single demon he’s sent after you. I can’t exaggerate the word kill enough. I mean, you don’t just send them back to their wonderful life in hell, you down right exterminate them.” He began to walk forward, his glowing eyes staring through her as he approached, “You’ve got quite the price on your soul… you should just give yourself up already. Running will do you no good at this point.”
“You sure do talk a lot. I don’t like a man who talks too much…can't you shut the fuck up already?” Addict scoffed to herself and the demon narrowed his eyes curiously,
“Quite the big bark for such an inferior being.”
“I try to get by.” She shrugged and walked forward, placing her hands in her jacket pocket, kicking a small rock under her foot as her blue eyes glanced up at him,
“Oh, you know very well what kind of bounty he has put out on you. Ever since the gate was opened and orders were sent out, every demon has been thirsting to tear open your flesh and rip that beating heart from your chest.” Addict grimaced nd stopped only feet from him, her eyes amused by his words,
"Addict! The fuck are you doing?!" Someone yelled from within the crowd, his voice slightly overshadowing the cheering crowd.
Addict's anger grew as she felt the heat of staring eyes behind her, she could hear the familiar voice even through the loud nuzzling of the crowd. Varrick, he was shouting her name. She knew he wouldn't shoot at her opponent in such a crowded space, but he wouldn't let her die either. His voice made irritation grow on her as he face painted with icy-cold hatred, and she looked back and over her shoulder for a moment.
What she saw made her heart soften for a moment, a look of utter worry and panic in his eyes as he pushed his way harshly through the crowd. But she shook her head, snapping herself out of it.
“Come on, make my day!” She coughed out with a smile. His eyes flashed and he rushed forward, grabbing her by the neck as his fingers slowly began to choke the life out of her. Addict struggled to breathe and her fingers clawed at the demons wrist, her fingernails digging into the skin of his wrist. He only smiled in her feeble attempts to get away from his deadly grasp, as the crowd roared with excitement.
“I don’t know what the hype is all about…” He snickered under his breath and Addict's cruel brown rises glanced down at him, the edges of her eyes becoming red from her strenuous breathing. She gritted her teeth and lifted her free legs, shoving them against his brute chest and knocking him back a few feet. She fell to the ground and gasped for air, coughing and rubbing her neck, feeling the burn marks the demon had left her fragile skin. Her eyes widened upon hearing his footsteps towards her and she jumped up, quickly swinging to the side upon seeing a black gun occupying his hand. Her ears rung when his finger pulled the trigger and missed her in the bullets sights and her light body quickly darted forward on the offense.
Addict grabbed his arm and swung her fist, punching him in the face and kneeing him in the stomach. She grabbed his wrist and flipped it around his back, yanking it upward and snapping his bone at the elbow joint. He hissed and then laughed to himself, “Do you think broken bones can hurt me!?”
He thrust his free arm back, elbowing her in the face and she stumbled back away from his vulnerable state. Turning around, he ran forward and slammed his pistol on her back, her body falling to the ground with a thud. He grabbed her by her jacket and yanked her up, throwing her against a tree and letting her ragged body fall against the misty grass.
Varrick pushed his way through the swarming grow, he knew the crowd would grow quickly especially since they had heard the oh-so famous Slendeman proxy would be here. It slowed him down, weaving through bodies that would do close to nothing to move out of the way, and he grew anxious for Addict.
Gasping, Addict's legs shook as her body rose, leaning on the tree behind her to gain leverage. The demon grabbed her face and thrust his forehead against hers, knocking her back against the hard trunk. She slid to the ground and the demon pointed his pistol at her, smiling to himself in a wide grin, “I’m a bit disappointed at how little of a fight you put up. Disabling my other arm was a smart move, but damn… you are just too weak. I don’t know what anyone sees in you to be honest.” He pulled the hammer back on the pistol and Addict looked up, staring at the barrel,
“See you in hell.” The pistol went off with blunt force to the demons surprise as Addict had smacked it away right as he pulled the trigger, the bullet just grazing her arm to threaten her. The demon smirks, instantly knocking her out as blood starts cascading from her nose.
Ace's eyes scan the crowded bar, trying to find the familiar woman who had mysteriously left an hour ago, he saw nothing. He meandered through the thicket of people, checking every corner of the bar he could. After the third time making his way around the bar/arena, the cool air of the outdoors brushed up against his face. He walked to and from the very ends of the block, checking the faces of each woman he passed by. None were even similar to resembling Addict, and by this time, he was growing a bit worried that he had not yet found her. It wasn’t like her to stray far in a crowd of people such as this, especially in such a foreign place. Ace could feel his fingers beginning to twitch with annoyance and anxiety, and quickly, he retreated back into the bar looking for yet another individual.
Finding his friend, Lyon, who chugged the open end of a beer bottle at a table full of his fellow Sons, Ace stalked towards him. Lyon's yellow eyes instantly locked onto Ace's, curiosity burning into him as he approached. Lyon lowered the beer bottle from his face, “Coming back for another bottle?”
“Where are the girls?” Ace ignored Lyon's question, staring deep into his friend's drunken eyes. Lyon looked around the crowded bar nonchalantly, "Up there,"
Ace's nerves sparked and he could feel the heat of his blood beginning to boil as it pumped vicariously through his veins. He whirled around on the heel of his boot, shoving through people as he headed straight to the arena. Strings of profanities and angry words followed in his wake, but he didn’t care, his mind was set on one thing and one thing only.
Addict.
#simp party#simp party my beloved#addict and varrick hours#addict my beloved#addict and ace hours#poor Addict..#no bc seriously#she can't even see her family anymore bc of slender spoon
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I'm pulling out an old ship. Addict and Jeff. Its been a while. So I can imagine that Jeff doesn't like being around the mansion much, he dislikes Slender and everyone else he could live without so when Addict runs into him in the mansion, she is pleasantly surprised. Obviously they say hi and catch up a little since Jeff has been gone when he went off for a while and did his own thing and Addict was busy with proxy stuff.
But just a reminder, Jeff has no idea Varrick is around so when Varrick comes up and starts talking to Addict, Jeff freaks out and gets really infuriated. All Jeff remembers about Varrick is how much of an asshole he is and what he did to Addict. So he probably punches Varrick in the face and tries to throw hands before Addict stops and tries to calm him down, of course now Varrick feels bad because he was reminded of what he had done to Addict so we have a angry, insane Jeff and a somewhat sad, guilty Varrick which leaves Addict in the middle of it all.
Plus I can imagine Jeff being super protective of Addict, especially around Varrick since Jeff has been there since day one when Addict got left at the mansion, alone.
(Please take your time with this! Sorry if this is super long.....but feel free to spam me and I mean like send me 3 requests at least, as a minimum!)
[ Reunion - Simp Party ]
SYNOPSIS; Addict and Jeff reunite,
PAIRINGS; Jeff x Addict, Varrick x Addict.
CONTENT WARNINGS; None
NOTE; This is kinda bad...other request will be finished shortly after this one.
TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict
CHARACTER COUNT; 6,492
Snow sharply bit at Jeff's warm skin, the air becoming colder and colder with each minute passing. The dark blizzard clouds above them were moving in fast with the hectic winds whirling through the town. As more clouds moved in, they enthusiastically consumed the light of day and persuaded the night to come faster than expected. Jeff kept a watchful eye in the streets as his group moved from building to building.
‘Gotta hurry and find shelter...’ Jeff found himself staring back up at the snowy sky once a vicious wind tore at his hair and clothing. He narrowed his eyes once seeing the snow beginning to fall heavier and heavier. There was no more time to waste; with or without a smile-dog, who had randomly wandered off, he had to scout ahead to find shelter for the night.
As he walked carefully through the street, he looked back and forth for any type of demonic movement that might threaten security. There were houses just on the edge of town and it wouldn't take any time for him to find a secure one and clear it out quickly. Jeff worked better by himself anyways. He was more effective when he didn’t have anyone to worry about or protect in this type of situation. It had been the reason he no longer lived at the mansion, they were honestly just too much to deal with at the moment. Jeff narrowed his eyes and stopped, seeing fresh, foot-prints littering from sidewalk to sidewalk. He knelt down and rubbed his fingers along it subconsciously, cautiously checking if the foot-prints were even human.
He stared back down at the foot-prints confusingly and stood back to his feet. Jeff rubbed his fingers on his pant leg and stepped over the line, careful not to step in it and leave tracks. He pulled the gun against his shoulder and carefully walked through the small graveyard of cars, his eyes darting back and forth from window to window.
Another violent wind tore through the town and this time, it brought a snowy vengeance. The snow rained down heavily from the blackened sky, causing Jeff to stop and question his ventures. Even though he worked well alone, he knew that it wasn’t the smartest idea to stray too far. He had to learn that the hard way back at the mansion Jeff threw his arm up in front of his face to shield his cold cheeks from another gust of wind, grunting to himself as he felt his fingers beginning to go numb. His ears picked up the sound of crunching snow, and instantly he turned on his heel.
“Could’ve fooled me.” Jeff said more to himself than her ears. A light smile, slyer than any other, pulled on Jeff’s lips as he saw a banner right above a wall of people. He nudged Addict with his elbow, “Alright, what are you doing here?”
Jeff turned around to face Addict and she stared up at him meekly, her clothes slightly dampened from the blood soaked on her skin. As his eyes trailed off, he noticed Varrick pacing up to them, and he instantly felt pissed off. She read his eyes quickly and turned around to lead him from the situation before he decided to turn it ugly. Jeff had no problem taking Varrick, even if he got his ass handed to him. He just wanted to kick his ass.
“Shouldn’t be going around here by yourself, especially with that asshole.” Jeff growled at her, angrier with himself that he didn’t tag along while she was alone with Varrick.
Addict stopped and he almost bumped into her, looking at her vibrant brown eyes and ignoring the anger that sparked in Jeff when he saw Varrick. Addict couldn’t help but smile to lighten his mood and lifted the beer that still gripped tightly in her hand. She completely ignored the irritated look on his face,
“I got you a beer.” She randomly mentioned. His lips pulled into an amused smirk at her actions, shaking his head slightly as a gruff chuckle emerged from his throat. He ruffled her hair slightly, smirking in pleasure as he watched her reaction.
“Jeff! Is that you? Haven't seen you in a long time!” A content voice laughed and Jeff looked up to see the very tall man standing over her. The look of amusement quickly turned into a jagged scowl peering out. Deep blue eyes glared down at him, making Varrick gulp a bit nervously as the atmosphere around Jeff slowly seemed to get increasingly aggressive.
“I think he doesn't like me,” Varrick whispered slightly, his hand yanked Addict gently by the arm as he pulled her aside,
“You wanna lose that hand? Let go of her.” Addict looked over to see Jeff at her side, his jaw tight and eyes glowering. Varrick's eyes narrowed and he abruptly moved his hand,
“The fuck are you doing here? I thought you were busy working with Zalgo?” Keffpointed out, but Varrick didn’t bother to acknowledge what he said, trying to calm the current situation. The angry killer's eyes shifted to Addict again, “Last time I remember seeing you, you were leaving all the time for that fucking demon. I preferred it when you were gone all the time.”
“That’s bullshit! C'mon, I've been by her side, and I left Zalgo's side, in case you haven't remembered.” Varrick mentioned, “You would know that if you weren't gone all the time, it seems like you're the one leaving all the time now.”
“What’d you say?” Jeff growled as he took a step towards Varrick, “At least I didn't fucking abandon Addict when she needed me most, I know I'm a piece of shit, but I'm glad I'll never be as fucked up as you.” Guilt riddled Varrick's expression when he heard that, his expression slightly twisting as his lips pressed into a thin line. Jeff wasn't wrong about that, he did constantly leave Addict behind without an explanation of any kind. Even if he was under the influence of Zalgo, he still felt horrible about it.
“Let’s just take a step back here.” Addict tugged at Jeff, managing to get him to take a couple steps back, "C'mon Jeff, Varrick really has changed. I know you hate him, but he's really trying right now, especially with how traumatized he got from Zalgo."
“You’re missing the point.” Jeff replied and Addict continued to stand her ground,
“I don’t believe I am. You’re just acting like a little baby about this entire situation. Things happen sometimes, so just get over it.”
The killer seemed to be a bit speechless to be told off by the smaller woman. Upon hearing no reply, Addict grabbed at Jeff's arm and pulled him along with her. Jeff looked a bit dumbfounded himself and looked back at the rather tall proxy looking somewhat guilty, seeing that he was now turning in the opposite direction. Jeff tilted his head and looked at Addict, “Fine..”
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Okay so for cp party I am deciding to use the idea we talked about with Varrick and Ace and how they can sing and play the guitar....but I'm gonna add a thing to it.
So Ace and Varrick are down at some bar, playing and singing a few songs together actually having fun and just rocking out. Addict is obviously there with Nightmare maybe and Addict is sitting there just kinda drooling over the two boys who are jamming out. But Addict decides to ask Vince if he'd like to come so he can finally see his brother after years and years of being gone.
Of course Vince doesn't actually meet Varrick, seeing how he wants to stay somewhat of a secret, so Addict gives him her mask to wear that she never uses. So Vince goes and he is just proud of his little brother and is glad Varrick seems happy.
(add whatever you'd like to this! It's all up to you!!)
[ A secret audience - Simp Party ]
SYNOPSIS; Addict drags Vince to watch his little brother on stage.
PAIRINGS; Vince x Addict, Varrick x Addict, Ace x Addict
CONTENT WARNINGS; Mentions of drunken idiots.
NOTE; Egh...I wish I did better with this lol.
CHARACTER COUNT; 9,001
The heavy scent of cigarettes and cigars ate at Addict's nose, her chest refusing to breathe until she got inside the place. She stared at the sign that displayed the demonic bar's unique name: The drop-off and it stared back at her relentlessly. But what made Addict a bit more excited were the demons both going in and out. Most of them were already drunk by this time of ten o’clock, and a lot of them gave off a questionable aura. They seemed the more happy type than anything and just wanted to have a good time. She didn’t want to be so quick to judge.
As soon as she stepped inside, the entire atmosphere changed. It was hot, but not uncomfortably hot, and the smell of alcohol and weed wafted throughout the establishment. The pounding bass of both Ace and Varrick throwing on their guitars as the music pounded against Addict's body, the reverberations sending an unknown sense of enjoyment through her veins. Sh3 swallowed hard and followed in after Nightmare, who had solely been there to get her in the bar.
Bodies of numerous demons rubbed up against Addict by accident and some even on purpose. It didn’t matter if they were men or women; they somehow found themselves touching her soft skin. She didn’t mind it much, but it just felt so awkward. The people didn’t even seem to care that they touched each other appropriately or inappropriately. It was like all the pleasure and joy was surging through one person to the other.
Addict struggled to follow close to Nightmare in the dimness of the club, lights and smoke hovering over the dancing crowd. But soon, Nightmare led her to the place with drinks complete with a bartender, who happened to be Lyon. Nightmare and Addict took a set on each side of the table, Lyon staring back at them as they stood. He leaned over the table and smiled, “Never thought I'd see the oh-so-famous Addict here, do you want anything in particular? All on me,” he winked.
"Ah, I won't be here for long, I'm only going to drop off Addict. I promised Hunter I'd take him to an amusement park," Nightmare smiled, slightly nudging Addict, "But Addict might want something."
Addict threw up three fingers, “Three martini’s to start off, please!” The bartender, Lyon, was quick with the order and his hands worked like magic. Tossing together the liquor ingredients to the drink, he threw it all into a shaker and shook it up vigorously. Unscrewing the top, he tipped the shaker over the martini glasses and poured a sum amount in each, making sure it was all even. He tossed in a toothpick and green olive in each, topping off the drink with a ring of sugar sprinkled over the lip of the glasses.
"Enjoy~ I'm glad to have your little worshippers here playing in the bar," Lyon smirked, "The people here are loving them." A roar of hoots and hollers backed both Varrick and Ace up and Ace confidently looked through the crowd, noticing Addict staring at him amusingly with her arms crossed. He winked at her, noticing the blush on her face.
Playing his electric guitar alongside Ace, as the audience watched with loud cheers, the sound of his music drowning out everything, the beautiful melody glided past everyone's heads. Varrick played his heart out, the world brimming with color as the emotions swirled across his eyes, and the sight was breathtaking. Addict let a slight blush overlap her face. She stuck the glass pint to her lips and took a large swig. Lyon cocked half a smile as he put the rim of his beer bottle to his lips, watching her with clear entertainment. She reminded him of Nightmare, back when she was more immature and hyper.
Sure, the sight was breathtaking, but Addict felt like something was missing.
There were so many people watching, so many people cheering. And who was missing out on this the most? Yes, Vincent Smith. It was in that moment that she finally realized what she had to do, not just her personal entertainment, but for Vince as well. Her mouth became dry and her nerves jumbled in the pit of her stomach. She tried to get rid of the annoying nerves in her body, her hands rubbing on her arms to comfort her, the overwhelming urge to get Varrick's brother here was honestly too much of an opportunity to miss. She suddenly slammed her drink down, and made her way out to the exit of the bar.
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“Do I really have to? I don't wanna go to some damn demon bar…” Vince groaned and another smile tugged at Addict. He let the idea play in his mind a little bit and thought of what it would be like. Sure, he never went out to have too much fun and he never really knew what to do with himself most of the time. But going along with this woman, out into a place he barely felt comfortable being in without security, made him feel slightly uneasy. Deep down, though, he couldn't help feeling a little excited about something like that.
Addict tugged at his arm, and practically dragged him along. Quite frankly, he had no idea how she had known he was free-loading in her apartment. He'd thought it would be funny to just randomly appear in her apartment and wait for her to come home, but she ended up taking longer then he had first anticipated, and he ended up falling asleep on the couch. “C'mon, I promise it'll be worth it! It's just a little surprise that both me and you can enjoy. Also your reaction will be funny as hell if I'm being honest.."
“I’m glad I’m here to please your amusement.” Vince smirked and turned back towards the crowd, “Alright, where is it?”
“Oh, you’re really gonna willingly do it?” Addict asked, a bit surprised as he followed her. She'd almost thought she would have to drag him there, he really didn't seem to be that fond of demonic beings. Or the under-realm as a whole. "I almost thought I had to drag your lazy ass.."
“Sure, why not?” She watched Vince's broad shoulders shrug, “I trust you darlin', and if I die, at least I get to die near a pretty little thing like yourself.” Vince followed her willingly like a pup, pushing through the crowd of people as they went. As the two broke through the thicket of all the demon's and people, they roared at the events unfolding before them. Vince instantly stopped, hie eyes widening ever so slightly at Varrick strumming his heart out, beads of sweat layering his skin as he seemed to smile.
Before Vince could say anything, something was slapped onto his face, and he struggled to decipher what it was as he gripped at it, "Here! I almost forgot, you need a mask since you don't want him to wel…recognize you. I just wanted you to see how amazing he was," Addict smiled warmly.
Varrick's fingers rapidly danced along with his electric guitar, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as the music seemed to get more intense, he started multitasking and even singing in the microphone, causing Ace to smile on the sides of him. He attempted to play just as intensely as him, but Varrick's strumming got so rapid they just let him play the solo.
The last few lyrics escaped his lips in a loud voice and he couldn't help but feel it in his gut. Besides the family business, music was the only thing that continued in the Smith bloodline, the only thing he knew Varrick escaped into. He remembered when he would play guitar when they were much younger. After their intense training, Vince reminisced on how euphoric Varrick seemed to be whenever he held an instrument. Hr embraced his talent, shredding the last few verses before letting the song slowly fade out.
As his mind trailed off for a bit, his eyes trailed off to Addict. "Thanks.." He whispered slightly.
"No, thank you got coming!" She smiled at him brightly.
She saw the confusion and cloudiness in his eyes. He didn’t know what to say, what to do, or react to the words that she had said to him. No one was nice to him and he could return with the same hate and anger that was thrown at him. But he was completely indifferent to the kindness, gentleness, charisma, and loyalty she had displayed towards him. She never got angry easily, at him for that matter and only showed her mental and emotional strength when times were tough. She didn’t care much for herself or her safety; she only displayed compassion for others. But like him, he had nothing to lose and nothing much to fight for but survival in this cruel world.
She was amazing. He hadn't felt like this towards anyone in a long time.
Before either of them knew it, Vince had pulled her into a hug much more abrupt and tighter than usual. Her nose pressed against his shoulder and she can smell the day he’s had: the lingering soapy fragrance from his morning shower, the slight tinge of musk from working all day, the faint yet savory punch from the food he ate for lunch. Her arms mimic his, sneaking around his larger frame while her hands grasp the fabric between his shoulder blades. It’s comforting, "Thank you…I can't express how much you've changed my life. It hasn't even been that long, and yet…I feel like this is all some type of dream, it's feels heavenly, and it's all because of you, darling."
#simp party#simp party my beloved#addict and varrick hours#addict my beloved#addict and vince hours#addict and ace hours#VINCE IS FALLING IN LOVE YALL#ITS FINALLY HAPPENING#WOOOOOOOOOOOOO#Cheering for them
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[ Strange place, stranger people 2 - Simp Party ]
❝ SYNOPSIS; Nightmare, and Addict meet strange people. ❞
❝ TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict ❞
❝ CW; Violence, slight-crazed Nightmare, explosions. ❞
❝ NOTE; Lady Dimitrescu is hot-- I just wanna say that omfg. Sorry this took so long, once again. I do plan to make more parts of this tbh-- I'm loving this series way more than I had originally intended to. ❞
Word count; 24, 175
"Nightmare, dear, where have you been?"
Lady Dimitrescu raised her eyebrow in a demanding manner, leaning onto the luxurious old-fashioned vanity. A soft glare of red lipstick glistened off her lips, as an extensive vintage cigarette pressed up against her lips. Softly inhaling the smoke, before softly blowing the twirls of smoke from her mouth.
"My Lady…I was out in the…human world…again." Nightmare nervously shuffled, eyes shifting as she bit her lip in anticipation for the towering woman's response.
"With that human my fool of a brother is so utterly infatuated with?" Lady Dimitrescu available hand lightly tapped onto the vanity as she thought for a second, contemplating on what to think of the situation. She lightly tapped the cigarette, leaving it to the ashtray, before clasping her hands together and leaning forward onto the vanity, looking at Nightmare through the reflection of the mirror. Nightmare trailed her eyes away, as she fumbled with her fingers, her movements becoming notably erratic.
"Yes," She cleared her throat, "And, we found…something."
"Well? What is it?" She asked sternly, and Nightmare's gaze moved down to her own hands, they began to twitch slightly. There were a few short moments, bringing her gaze to the window. Visible stars twinkling high in the night's sky, competing to out-shine the full luminous moon. Towering trees swaying gently with the aid of the howling breeze. Huddled bushes gruffing as baby deers and innocent bunnies hastily mistake the flowering shrubs of daphnes as a safe haven as they scampered from predators that roamed outside.
"My lady, I understand that you've asked of me to keep my identity strictly private, of course exceptional to a small-group of people. And I've done exactly that, even going as far to conceal my face almost entirely when I'm outside. But somehow, I've stumbled upon a mansion that had pictures of me," Dimitrescu clasped her hands together, leaning forward as her amber eyes glistened, clear fascination washing over her face, "Except…it didn't seem like me. The person in the pictures, she had a black dress, blue eyes, and a child beside her. She even resembles a demon…she had black horns on top of her head. It was so weird.."
"Kill them. Every last one of them." Everything seemed to move faster than Nightmare expected and shock filled her body, rendering her completely defenseless and unknowing to what was going on. "Mother Miranda made you special. You will be able to take them down without a mere scratch. Take every last drop of blood," Lady Dimitrescu said, "Humans are dangerous, unpredictable. You must get rid of them before they can attempt anything."
"But my Lady––"
"No question about it. Mother Miranda has big plans for you, do not disappoint her or me, darling. Now, go." Nightmare let out an exasperated sigh, and nodded. Nightmare then whistled for her pet, Mink dropping from the ceiling and onto her shoulders. Nightmare then stumbled out of the room and found her way to the door, gripping the door handle without hesitation. She tore it open, grabbing her phone, preparing herself mentally, she wouldn't mind killing a few humans. She hadn't had a proper meal in a while. Dialing Addict's number, she pressed the phone against her ear.
—...—
Addict woke up, her cloudy brown eyes staring at the wall beside the bed.
Her head lightly pounded, causing her eyes to squeeze shut for a brief moment before reopening. Her body rested against a warm surface, and before she knew it, she realized she was curled up next to Leon, in Leon’s bed, in her apartment. His arm was wrapped in hers, one of her legs lying on top of his, and her face rested on his shoulder. Addict felt slightly awkward about being so close to him, but she felt so right being there next to him. She looked over at him, his face halfway turned away from her towards the wall in the manner she had woken up. Leon was still sound asleep; his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took in slumber. Addict took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her hand gently rolling up and down his chest.
Addict couldn’t remember much about the early evening events that took place the night before, but the latter was clear as day. From start to end, she remembered every word, every touch, and every sensation she experienced. It made her shutter at the thought of it all. But her thoughts of the previous night were put on a standstill when her fingers brushed across a ridge of skin on Leon's chest. She had remembered a brief moment many hours before where she scraped her fingers across his back and felt the same type of feel. She lifted her head and stared down at his chest, ignoring the obvious tattoo across his peck. Curiously, Addict narrowed her eyes and traced her finger over the light-skinned scar. But it was not the only scar on his chest. She pulled the comforter down from his belly to his waist, seeing at least three to four more strung across his upper body. To the thought of it, she had never truly seen him shirtless before. He always had something that covered up his body.
But how could he have gotten all those scars? If he had this many on his chest, she couldn’t imagine how many were on the rest of his body.
With a light sigh, she pushed herself off the bed as nonchalantly as she could, careful not to wake Leon. Her almost inaudible footsteps led her into the bathroom, where she only cracked the door behind her.
Addict leaned up against the counter and stared at herself in the mirror. Aside from her small headache, she was virtually unharmed. Her chocolate brown hair was disheveled and the bottom lids of her eyes were dark. She ran her fingers through her tangled hair and looked towards the shower, desperately wanting to feel the warm water on her dirty skin. She walked near it and turned the handle, the showerhead gurgling to life as it spit out cold water.
Leon’s blue eyes opened once again and he gazed up at the ceiling, listening to the soft sound of the shower in the bathroom. The door cracked open, and by the looks of it, the shower she was taking was quite hot from the view of the steam rolling out here and there. Imagining her wet hair and warm body made Leon cringe with excitement, but he quickly ignored the idea when he noticed something off.
He was shirtless, making his heart leap up into his throat. He tried to calm himself a bit, reminding himself that he had been shirtless all night long. He soon wondered if Addict took notice to the small deformations on his skin, or if she just didn’t see them at all. Looking over the bedside and towards the floor, he scanned the area for his white wife beater, but it was nowhere to be seen. Before he knew it, the door opened up and Addoct stopped in the doorway, staring at him with wide chocolate-brown eyes.
“Oh!” She seemed a bit startled, “You’re awake?”
“Just woke up.” He said lightly. He tried to casually lift the comforter across his lap awkwardly, “Have uh, a nice shower?”
“Yeah... was hoping I could slip back into my room for some clothes but...” She trailed off, “Kinda don’t have a shirt...” Addict then walked out of the doorway, standing next to him, clad in a towel, and outstretched her arm, “Here, you were probably looking for this.”
“Thanks.” Leon said as he tried not to snatch it from her hands in haste to put it on. Tossing it on, his anxiety level plummeted and he rubbed his hand through his hair, trying not to draw attention to himself by looking at Addict.
“Could you do me a favor?” Addict caught ’s undivided attention, “Could you maybe, go grab my bag for me please?”
Leon nodded, “Sure.” He got up off the bed, tugging at the edge of his tank top to cover the lip of his pants.
He disappeared outside and Addict sighed, sitting on the bed. Her wet hair clung to her skin and bangs hung in her face. She took a deep breath, taking in the intoxicating scent that was Leon. Her fingers twiddled in her lap anxiously as it felt like it was taking Leon forever to grab her stuff. Her thoughts drifted from him for a moment, as she directed her eyes towards the window. For an odd reason, she felt an unknown twisting in her heart, about…her life. Sure, she loved it, but for some odd reason, she had felt like there was more to it, then her just being some police officer. With the recent cases of monstrous things, of course she knew there was more to life. But…what about her life? Something told her she was destined for something…greater.
Her phone interrupted her thought process, Nightmare's name flashing across the screen. "Hello?"
—...—
Shortly after alerting Addict of her plan, Nightmare shook a canister filled with spray paint as she stood next to the strange mansion. Shaking it with anticipation, she smirked as she sprayed art amongst the outermost walls of the gothic manor. Her monkey had its own canister, intelligent enough to be spraying random scribbles of colorful lines as well.
She pushed her electric-blue hair out of her face and shook the spray can, adding a base coat to the filthy wooden-wall. She breathed in the intoxicating smell of spray paint, and sighed in relief. This always calmed down Nightmare. She never knew why, but it did. She just loved paint. Nightmare kept painting until she found herself, finishing up with little demonic doodles. Upon finishing she turned around, her eyes catching the sight of little makeshift tombstones.
She shortly abandoned her artwork, looking closely at the mini-graveyard. It had been practically smothered in flowers, and little notes of remorse, but she had narrowed her eyes. Were they already preparing a tombstone for her and Addict? To say Nightmare was pissed off would be a massive understatement. "Mink! Hand me my bag!" The monkey complied, dragging the duffle bag over to the angered-vampire.
"I'm gonna destroy this creepy ass place, in the name of Lady Dimitrescu." Nightmare playfully tossing a bomb between her hands, as if such a dangerous weapon were such a harmless toy. Nightmare then yanked a bat from her back and pressed the tip against her shoulder, raising it in front of her warily. Nightmare tightened her cold fingers around the handle of his bat, her hand beginning to shake with anticipation. With her other hand, she then threw up the explosive, and whacked it so hard, it rammed itself into the house.
The chunks of debris flew everywhere across the forest, revealing a partially concealed part of the mansion. "Come out you fucking cowards!" She chucked another round of explosives into the mansion, halfway tearing through the massive home. Mink had already long-ago abandoned the scene, leaving Nightmare to instigate a fight she hadn't been entirely ready for. Pulling her hat to better conceal her face, before multiple men came out with their weapons aimed at her.
The bullet wounds on her body below began to grow bones with large feathers tearing through her pores. Along with it feathers grew, spreading like a worsening disease. Her amber-eyes were now ignited with a haunting glow, an almost scarily crazed smile still present on her lips. Her lips pulled into a small smile as feathers started to almost envelope her skin, black almost completely taking over her eyes and stopping at her golden-hues. Her pupils had contracted so much that they now appeared as the tip of a lily-livered colored needle, pricking down at one of the men with a frightful stare.
Nightmare almost resembled mother-miranda, created and molded to be in her image.
Right as she was about to lunge towards them, with sharpening fangs, a voice had stopped all of the fire-arms. "Hands up! I will have backup coming in, so don't try anything!" Addict lied through her teeth, knowing no such thing was going to happen. She aimed her pistol sharply, and stepped infront of Nightmare protectively.
"Addict…" Nightmare pouted slightly, "You ruined my fun. Lady Dimitrescu ordered me to drain them dry, and I'm hungry." Nightmare tugged down her mask, revealing the crimson-blush that displayed across her face from the rush of the kill.
The intonation, the leveled voice, the formation of words, it was all exactly the same and yet somehow so different -but he would recognize it anywhere. Varrick took a slight step forward, and then leaned his weight to the side a bit to try and examine the face of the speaker. "You...Addict?"
At this the Addict's head lifted, allowing light to fall over the shadows casted over her face. His heartfelt as if it suddenly began clenched as if he had skipped a bit as the gentle features of the familiar girl came into view. She seemed different, and she was about to speak when something came over her face. Without knowing it Varrick quickly stepped closer, hand-rolling to slide the gun back into his holster, his other hand slowly and unconsciously reaching out for her. Without him knowing it, his body had tried to move forward to hold the girl in comfort, out of pure and complete instinct.
"Sir! Stay back– or I will shoot." Her eyes filled with something he recognized however, the shakiness of her pupils as they dilated slightly, and the way her chest tightened and restricted her from showing too much motion as she breathed. She was…afraid of him. "I'm warning you."
"You know this creep?" Nightmare questioned, glaring daggers at the incoming proxy. Her eyes were pointed towards him, as if warning him not to come any closer.
"....No idea.." Addict muttered softly to her friend, slightly looking over her shoulder, "I'm just as confused as you are. But they technically haven't done us any harm, so why kill them now?"
"It's Addict…Addict and Nightmare!" Kellin yelled and pushed past Varrick, practically pouncing on both of the girls. Before either of them knew it, he had pulled Addict into a hug much more abrupt and tighter than one she had ever received before. Her arms awkwardly mimic his, sneaking around his larger frame while her hands grasp the fabric between his shoulder blades. She doesn't really know what to do in this situation.
"How do you know our names?" Nightmare yanked Addict from Kellin's grasp, letting a small pout form onto his lips.
"Nightmare, are you joking or something? It's us. You've been working alongside us, under Slenderman, for years." Liu stepped forward, grazing his hands against hers for a moment. As he said this, Mink landed on the left-side of Nightmare's shoulder, sheathing a small pocket knife. The way Liu had pulled back the knife made it so that the weapon had been aimed directly at him. He released Nightmare quickly, stepping aside in a rush and she enjoyed watching him like this, scattering for a solution, even if it was for just a moment.
"Since when did you get…that?" Liu nervously chuckled, attempting to point the knife away from him. But Mink continued to hold it in place.
"I've had Mink for as long as I can remember, excuse you. Now fuck off, before she stabs you." Nightmare huffed out a bit, turning herself to face the rest of them. "Now answer my questions, before I kill you."
A cold sweat broke out across her brow and pained heat formed under her clothing. Addict gritted her teeth so hard that she swore they could break and ignored the discomfort the best she could as she stared at the makeshift tombstones made for both her and Nightmare, reaching into her boot and sliding out a large, hidden knife, "Tell us everything you know about…us."
Varrick put his hands up defensively, "Seriously…guys, you're taking this little prank too far. I mean…blowing up the mansion?" He lightly stepped forward,
Nightmare looked to Addict , who was quick on his own feet and already had his knife gripped tightly in her hand. Nightmare slid her Python from its holster and pointed it at the man as soon as he took a step, her and Addict slowly stepping forward "Answer."
Varrick stared down the barrel of his gun, swallowing dryly at their standoff, “Okay, okay fine. You sure like to point weapons at us, don’t you?”
Varrick let out his held breath and he narrowed his eyes, “You're the proxy I trained all those years ago, one of Slenderman's best damn workers. You can be very hard headed and kind of slightly serious at first glance. But you're more smug and loveable when you're less stressed, or just around people you are fond of. It's honestly…really cute."
“He's so spot-on..” Nightmare slid her pistol back into its holster and turned back to face him doubtful, “Are you some type of stalker or something..? And who the fuck is Slenderman?”
"Just fucking stop! It's not funny anymore, Nightmare. So quit it–" Toby tugged at Nightmare's wrist, shakiness of her pupils as they dilated slightly, turning into thin lines of slits. The way Nightmare's chest tightened and restricted her from showing too much motion as she breathed, she was as starved as she was furious. Her beautiful, amber eyes had turned blood-red. As they stared back at him, they were animalistic, hungry. There was nothing left in them of the woman that he knew. The creature that had taken Nightmare's place opened his mouth, baring fangs – fangs – that she brought closer and closer to his exposed neck.
Faster than he could blink, he lunged, pushing him down to the tree as her teeth found his throat. He felt weakened as the blood slowly drained from his body, his legs nearly giving out on him. He collapsed from sudden exhaustion, his legs giving out to him as blood stained her face. However, Addict wasn't phased.
"Nightmare– I swear to God, if you get any of that shit on my uniform, I will kick your ass. Blood is so hard to clean.." Nightmare saw her face twitch in annoyance, his nose wrinkling, and mouth twisting into a grimace. Addict's expression was priceless, and Nightmare tried to suppress the giggle threatening to emerge from her throat.
"What the fuck.." Masky's eyes widened slightly, watching Addict casually watching the girl. He suddenly decided this wasn't a safe environment for Addict, and grew slightly protective. "C'mon Addict, we're talking you to the operator—" his grip was solid around her wrist, he didn't want this nonsense to last any longer. She knew there was going to be bruising there tomorrow.
Addict gave him no time to react as she twisted his arm behind his back and pushed him against a tree. Masky winced, Addict pushing his wrist against the center of his back to keep him controlled. For a moment she hesitated, her eyes lingering on his hands and there was an emotion in her eyes he had seen her rarely express before. Fear. This moment didn't last long, it was only a brief moment of hesitation before she snapped on a pair of metal cuffs to his wrists. "Why are you people so God-damn touchy?" She muttered out.
"Let me kill them." Nightmare's eyes narrowed dangerously, but Addict shook her head.
"Let's just go, they're weird, but we shouldn't hurt them…more."
Nightmare sighed in discontent at Addict's piercing eyes, knowing that there was going to be no room to argue. Even if she tried, she knew she would be easily defeated. Addict was a very persistent woman in getting what she wanted; she was the type of person that was willing to do anything to avoid violent situations. Nightmare finally nodded in agreement, “Fine.. Lady Dimitrescu won't be happy though."
The women walked around all the men and they watched the two of them disappear behind the trees leading back to the outside world. "What the fuck just happened?" Varrick muttered. Something was oddly clear though, both Addict and Nightmare didn't remember any of them. They even seemed to be hostile— it was strange, confusing even. But that doesn't mean they're going to stop, far from it.
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The coldness of Lyon's dark crimson eyes reflected an almost ruthless, yet authentic killing machine. His calloused fingertips patiently awaited at the button of his camera, eyeing the women through the greenery of the bushes. It was nothing he wanted to do, but ever since the death of Nightmare, he was completely bound to both Zalgo and Tenshi.
Lyon let out a fatigued sigh, lowering his weapon as he looped the strap holding the camera around his body, pushing himself out of the bushes, snapping a few twigs within the progress. As the blazing sun that resided in the clear blue sky endlessly scorched throughout the forest, he couldn't help but feel a particular chill, as if someone was watching him. He sheathed one of his blades, his fingers tightening around the handle as his hand shook with pure anticipation. The snapping of twigs behind him caused him to instantly twirl on his heel, catching the eye of Addict for a moment, he hid deeper within the bushes.
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"My Lord," Lyon kneeled, keeping his head tilted down, not daring to look at the brown-haired woman who had taken over the body of someone he'd once loved dearly. "I have spotted both Addict and Nightmare in the Overworld."
"Impossible. My love, respectfully I had Addict turned into my proxy, there is nothing left of her mind." Zalgo tilted his head, picking at a deceased griffin carcass. His gangly fingers continuously yanked off the remains, despite him having too much, he still wanted more. He displayed gluttony through his grotesque actions, slaying beasts endlessly when he already had so much, his gluttony would never end. "I'd never dream to disappoint you~"
Tenshi tilted her head, frowning as she set her chin on top of the hands she had clasped together, "Oh? Explain further, I knew my idiot husband couldn't finish that Slenderman proxy. Even if he wanted to." Tenshi questioned, slight mocking laced in her tone as she ruthlessly degraded her 'husband.'
"Where is Addict, the one I have currently?" She questioned.
Her voice is smooth and empty, her porcelain-doll-like figure moved just the slightest as she’s talking. The heavy furrowed eyebrows and lengthy-brown hair created a stark image for just anyone that sees her, anyone could easily tell who Tenshi was just from a mere silhouette- even in the dark hee aura oozes with malaise and dread.
The young demon stood upright before him, sweat trickled underneath the moonlight on his skin. He had been sparring with other proxies on the arena, not that there are many proxies that could be so lucky and skilled to be under his ward. "She's rounding up some demons right now. Her mind is still completely dead though, I do not doubt that Zalgo had destroyed what was left of her sanity, my lord."
Zalgo curled a Cheshire smile, his chest reverberating with a low laugh. “Ah, see my love? I did a wondrous job with her,” The God pursed his lips. "She's now an effective killing machine. Immune to pain, immune to decapitation… besides a silver blade through the heart- how could one possibly kill her?"
“Understood.”
Tenshi nodded approvingly, Zalgo enlightens from her approval. “That’s right, she is with us. And yet, you say both Nightmare— that vermin, is still alive. Alongside Addict.” She paused to scoff, “vile beings, for what we know it, it could have been nothing more than shapeshifters. What had made you so certain it was them? Enlighten me.”
The demon felt a pinching need to question his God as to why exactly he was in charge of answering such questions. Even if it was them, he was still in-charge of possibly bringing them such agony; it was sadistic, unnecessary, and he thought it had been unjust. Tenshi thought of his technique as humorous yet praiseworthy.
“I'm certain. Addict completely resembled a human, while Nightmare seemed to be an entirely new species— not a shapeshifter of any sort.”
“That’s not enough evidence for me.”
He held his breath and allowed darkness to swallow his head. “I could try and look at their daily activities. Send an occasional demon to stalk them, and confirm my theory. I don't know for sure whether it's them or not, but it's best to stay safe."
The woman paused to look at him, his eyebrow raising and it was enough to send his heart leaping from his chest- but she smiled shortly after. “Demented, aren’t you?” He didn’t understand if he meant it as an insult or praise, but he awkwardly smiled along when he laughed before raising his head up to meet eyes with Tenshi. “I’ll expect you to keep your word. Find out what they're up to, kill them if you have to."
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[ Strange place, stranger people - Simp Party ]
SYNOPSIS; Nightmare and Addict find a strange place.
Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict
Warnings; Mentions of "deaths", and angst.
Note: I got kind of lazy, but I definitely wanna continue this. Also to mention, this isn't canon in the simp party universe, I kind of just wanted to play around with the concept. If you didn't really get what was going on, I'm sorry! I feel like I didn't rlly word things properly, I apologize!
Word count; 15, 869
The mansion had been completely silent.
It had been a few weeks since both Nightmare, and Addict had been taken in as proxies for Zalgo, and there was no going back. They were too far gone, the familiar yet terrifying symbol had been engraved in their skin. Being eternally bonded to Zalgo had practically meant death, both women were nothing but shells of people they had used to be.
An odd glint in their eyes became visible. Most didn’t know what it meant, but it brought a nasty feeling to their stomach that just didn’t sit right. It felt like a sad person playing the piano in an empty room, drowning in regret and rage. It was a feeling of a person trying to find themselves, but as they do, they found their worst side and not their caring one. Nightmare could barely react to her own son, and Hunter had been in the care of Tenshi now.
It was a terrible thing to become. It was tragic to see such great people be turned against not only their friends, but themselves.
The way the sky gloomed and darkened, enveloping into a despairing greyish hue, bringing the strangely comforting smell of pine and soil from the earth. The rain had no secrets to keep, it simply came and poured into this abyss of life, with no concern of what of who is in its path, simply pouring the droplets and pellets rain upon whomever it chose. Usually, the cold from the rain was uncomfortable and unsettling, but on this particular day, it had been oddly comforting to the pain that had been twisting in hearts.
The men stood silently at the graves, the rain endlessly pouring in as the sky darkened further, usually, the men wouldn't be seen near each other. But after the events that happened, they could barely mutter a word, they didn't dare to speak to each other. Not after the deaths of not only their friends, but their lovers as well.
Hoodie was weakening by the endless cold pouring from the sky above, but he couldn't even attempt to care for his well being when all his close friend, and his lover were symbolically resting within the soil below, his life was draining of it's color all over again, he couldn't even bear to glance at the makeshift tombstones entirely, he couldn't stand the fact he wasn't able to protect them. His body was trembling from slowly turning to the boy beside him, Varrick had an endless stream of tears while emotionlessly staring at Addict's tombstone.
"I couldn't…protect her." Kellin's hand gently reached up and grazed upon his cheek, he felt droplets rolling down his face and he realized that he was crying. Suddenly, as if a dam had broken, he sobbed and covered his mouth quickly. The sobs erupted from his body uncontrollably, everything he had been holding back under the guise of Kellin 'deserving it' suddenly hit him at once.
"You really are the most selfish bitch to have ever been born, aren't you, Nightmare? You left me, you left me again!" The cold voice suddenly rung in their ears. Toby lifted his head, trying to wipe away the streaming tears, looking up at the grave. Something had changed in his eyes, there was a something swirling within them -something utterly frightening. "You left me!"
Masky had been holding it all back, but now it was too much. "Oh god!" He sobbed against his hand. "Oh god, I'm so sorry....I'm so sorry...Addict," he fell to his knees as the tears flowed down his face. "I-I'm so sorry...Addict...I'm so sorry.." He wanted to apologize and save her. He wanted to fight. To fight to stay by her side. To fight for her. "I...Fuck…!" He cupped his face with his single hand, sobbing into the skin and shaking his head.
Liu had to look over his shoulder to assure himself the girl wasn't there, she wasn't and he was standing without her. But he could hear her so clearly, laughing and teasing, and with this came the image of a smile so small and riddled with sadness that it could barely be considered a smile. He closed his eyes again, trying to get more clarity in his mind, and he visualized the girl again. With her long blue hair that she flicked away in annoyance when it got in the way. Her soft blue eyes wavering slightly as she stared off into the distance, entire stories would dance through her eyes in the silence. This couldn't be true. It couldn't.
Jack imagined Addict. The image of Addict's eyes, lightly brimmed with tears and trembling in despair from the betrayal of someone she had trusted, it all flashed before his eyes. Her eyes, they told her story, and in that moment she had looked so hurt...and they had looked so dull and deprived of untold stories. His heart twisted and throbbed, and this made his hand grip the cloth of his cloak over his chest. "Addict..." the murmur left his lips in confusion. As he stood there only one thought crossed his mind after this pain, it was a thought that he himself didn't understand the purpose behind.
After the ceremonial burying of the familiars that once inhabited the mansion, the group split up, going to come with Addict and Nightmare's "deaths" in their own ways.
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"Nightmare, where the fuck are you taking me?"
"Trust me, I found some really weird shit. You're definitely going to wanna see this, Addict." The shadows that lurked in between the trees are still as death, the colours of grey and black bounced his visions in every which way he looked. There seemed to be no end to this cruel maze. Apprehension nipped hee toes, the voices in her head desperately screaming for him to turn back and run, and yet through the eerie whispers of the trees and the hoots belonging to watchful eyes above he kept forward. A small spider-monkey hopped onto the blue-haired women's shoulder, fearfully looking at their surrounding.
"Even your damn monkey doesn't trust it. Could you at least tell me where you're going?" Addict huffed, "Y'know my boss is going to be on my ass about this. My shift isn't even over yet, I'm supposed to be looking over the city right now. Not some…creepy forest."
"Just trust me on this! Your boss will praise you after I show you the weird shit I found," The trees stood tall enough so their branches and leaves shaded the forest floor of any sunlight- the nameless soldier is starting to shiver under his armour. Doubt piled on top of her head like stones stacking on top of each other, it isn’t a good idea to be alone deep in the woods especially at night.
“I know where we’re going, Mink” she grumbled to her animal-companion as if she had shot him a snarky remark. Turns out she wasn’t the best at trekking shortcuts.
"Both Mink and I disagree with that statement." Addict rolled her eyes at her friend.
Nightmare noticed that in front of them wasn't just trees anymore, there was a path now and she perked up at this. This path had to lead to the mysterious place she had saw, there was no doubt about it, seeing the graffiti she had sprayed all over the trees to use as a land-mark.
"Follow me…you're going to wanna see this."
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Nightmare and Addict quickly moved towards the gothic-looking they had been eyeing ever since arriving in the ominous forest moments ago. Addict yanked the gun from her shoulder and pressed the butt against her shoulder, raising it in front of her warily. Nightmare tightened her cold fingers around the handle of her scythe, her hand beginning to shake with anticipation once they arrived at the door.
Nightmare looked over his shoulder at Addict and the gun-wielder nodded humbly, pressing her gun tighter against her body to take aim. Nightmare grabbed the handle of the door and counted silently in her head, twirling the handle and shoving her shoulder against it. Nightmare raised her in the air and Addict jumped through the door frame, pointing her gun about in different directions. Her finger itched to press the trigger once her brown eyes acclimated to the darkness of the room. Upon seeing and hearing no intruders, Addict and Nightmare cautiously lowered their weapons.
“What…is this place?” Addict's boots thumped softly against the hardwood floors as she walked further into the room and examined its contents. Nightmare moved around a table and stared up at the framed pictures on the wall.
"It's…you…and me? In the pictures, but we look older.." Nightmare pointed, as Addict walked forward. The pictures showcased Nightmare in a black dress, smiling while a child was beside her. She even had horns sticking out from her forehead, which was strange, she wasn't a demon. She was a vampire.
"Is that…me?" Addict quietly muttered. The next photo showcased a stoic looking Addict, with an unknown symbol engraved onto the underside of her wrist. She looked relatively the same, except a tall faceless entity stood behind her, with a rather formal and classical suit. Something you'd usually never see a monster wear.
"This is so fucking creepy. Mink, hand me my spray-paint." Nightmare's voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes widening at the almost creepy scene before them. The small primate dug into her bag, and handed her the spray-paint. "This must be some sick joke."
"No! Nightmare, this is evidence. I need to show Leon and Chris," Addict grabbed her shoulder, "This can wait, right now, we just need to figure what the actual fuck is going on."
"Whatever you say…but as soon as you're done, I'm burning this place to the fucking ground."
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The darkness consumed her eyesight and Addict easily yanked a flashlight out from the back of her pants, clicking it on as her eyes relished in the illumination. The ball of light at the end of the strain flicked around by the influence of her hand, her eyes darting around the closet to see weapons of all sorts, even a few masks. She kept seeing multiple pictures, even a few knives. She grabbed a dagger, and stuffed it in her boot for safe keeping.
But then her eyes fell upon an old, withered door and she stared curiously, moving towards it slowly while raising her gun. Using her flashlight hand, she placed her fingers on the handle and turned it lightly before yanking it open rapidly.
She jumped back a few feet and shined her flashlight up just in case something jumped out at her, but her eyes soon stared down the arrow of a makeshift crossbow bolt pointed directly between her eyes. Nightmare attempted to stare back through the bright light of the flashlight, her eyes squinting as he lowered the scythe in her hands. They stared at each other for a few brief moments, the only thing they both could hear were the sounds of their tired breathing. Addict pouted and let out a sharp huff of relief, Nightmare cocking half a smirk from her startled state and stepping out of the doorway back the way she came. "You fucking scared me, asshole.." Addict muttered.
Addict rolled her eyes and turned around, clicking the button on her flashlight off and retreating back to the entryway to the house. Her eyes darted around the room and she saw no one but soon heard a couple pairs of footsteps moving up the stairs. Nightmare stepped through the double doorway and quickly descended down the steps, her eyes keeping a lookout on the house's surroundings just in case any people decided to crash their party. Finally, her gaze set on the vehicles parked by the home, "Oh fuck, I think whoever lived here…they're back."
"Oh shit, let's ditch this place. I don't know who those weirdos are, but we can find out later." Nightmare tugged on her hat, lowering it lightly to cover the top-half of face, "Let's ditch this place."
"Right..right…" Addict nodded her head, "But….you know another way out…right?"
Nightmare stopped suddenly, her eyes widening slightly. Despite the lower-half of her face covered, Addict could see her sheepishly smiling.
"You have got to be kidding me.."
Suddenly, the sound of people bursting into the mansion sounded, and Nightmare was quick to react.
Nightmare rushed around Addict as she pulled the trigger to her silenced pistol vigorously, her aim set on a window in the kitchen. She tossed her scythe against the wall and swiped her own pistol from her belt, raising it and feeling the recoil of its deadliness blast back in her hand, watching the glass shatter into a million pieces. "Addict! Let's go! Now!"
Addict looked over her shoulder as more unknown men came in last, one of them already making his way around the corner and towards the back rooms of the house. Addict turned to the adjacent hallway and disappeared behind its walls, her ears picking up movement behind her. But right now, it didn't matter. The only thing that did? Escaping.
She leaped through the window, ignoring the little shards of glass that she stumbled onto upon leaving. Nightmare followed, quickly grabbing her scythe before running out as well.
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Trees whispered silently with each other through the voice of their rustling leaves, warning that the storm rapidly approaching might inflict damage on the unwary shrubbery. Corpses that were ripped to shreds lied dormant that were long-ago left behind by the other murderers who inhabited the mansion. A thick blanket of snow plagued the grass in the forest, making the trees shudder under its tyranny.
The strange thing about the Slenderman forest, some parts were completely clear of snow, and some parts weren't.
"Don't let them escape!!" Varrick barked out to the fellow killers, his skin reddening from the harsh winds of the winter. The proxies challenged themselves through the tough icy-wind that fought the human part of them.
"The d-d-damn s-s-snow!!" Toby's disgruntled voice wavered, as he directed his words to the leading proxy. His arm swung like an authentic killing machine, yet through the thick fog of snow concealing the opposing man, his skills were practically useless.
Hoodie's annoyance had been growing ever since the two women had managed to escape their grasps, but the snow only aggravated him further.
The grip on his firearm tightened further, Hoodie found himself staring back up at the snowy sky once a vicious wind tore at his hair and clothing. He narrowed his eyes once seeing the snow beginning to fall heavier and heavier. There was no more time to waste; with or without the group, he was going to find those two. With Nightmare gone, he had nothing else to look forward to anyways.
The snow thrashed back and forth. The figure the murderers were after had been running through the snow-filled forestry environment. Addict lunged over the rocks and logs in the way of his fast travels, he couldn't afford to look back for a single second. Nightmare was barely keeping up, while Mink was safe, hopping from tree to tree.
Finally, the end of the woodlands revealed itself to them. Addict rushed out, wildly waving her arms for any sign of incoming cars. Fortunately for her, there was one that had stopped before it would hit them.
The car door swiftly opened for him, as she stumbled in, Nightmare followed suit. Thankfully, without question the car instantly sped up before the killers could manage to catch up. Her face brightened with relief, the adrenaline had been calming, yet she had still been shaken from the previous events.
"Addict?! Are you okay?! I fucking knew I shouldn't have let you go." Addict caught the worried hues of a familiar face, his lips slightly parted as he looked at Leon.
"Y-yeah...I'll be fine.." She slightly whispered, examining him further. "Thank you so much..I don't know what I would've done if you weren't there.."
"Hey, how did you know where we went anyways?" Nightmare asked, somewhat suspiciously.
"Oh uh..I kind of…followed you guys. But! Only because I don't trust Addict following someone like you-! What were you thinking?!" Leon asked while looking over at Nightmare briefly. She deliberated quickly in her instinctual mind and shook her head.
"I honestly…don't know. It was insane to try and explore a place like…that." She whispered. "I definitely wanna…go there again though." Mink cuddled up against Nightmare's hand as she said this, as she softly pet the small monkey.
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[ In Control, P2 - Simp Party ]
SYNOPSIS; Zalgo almost proceeds with Addict's execution, until..
CW; Gore, near-death experience, violence, angst.
TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict
Note: I hope you like this! It took some time! This has a tinge of angst, and we all love-hate angst!
Word count: 18,433
Wisteria wafted through the air. Tenshi's nose caught its scent every time she lunged forward, her light-hazelnut eyes concealed with a black-blindfold strapped to her eyes. The trees gated the outskirts of the city like purple giants. Although the sweet fragrance proved to be somewhat invitingly relaxing, her muscles tensed and her eyes grew sharp and hungry for strange blood- it pinned to the beast with a pointed leer.
With quick feet and calculated aim, she pierced her silver sword through the fur, skin then the heart of a bear- or that was what it looked like minutes ago. The creature howled in pain, desperately clutching for the sword in a weak attempt to pull it away, but its big meaty claws could not seem to grab a hold of the cursed metal. The demon-bear shrunk slowly, all the while roaring in grizzly agony until it became a naked man. The remnants of his fur are still present in the form of his beard and wild matted hair.
Shapeshifters.
"This is how you find shapeshifters, properly, Hunter." Tenshi spoke, showcasing the carcass. She waited until the blue blood finished writhing, when the creature exhaled his last breath, she could allow his muscles to finally relax and the purple colours to fill her lungs for a momentary victorious relief. Blue blood pooled beneath her boots ashshe drew out her sword, her face contorted to a look of disgust at the thought of having to clean her weapon. "It is important that you know this, for Nightmare has been far too soft on you. You have the blood of a God, so you must prove you are worthy of it. Bring me a prize."
"Okay momma.." Hunter nervously nodded, his pupils shrinking to slits, while his eyes twisted to a mischievous amber glint. Soft rustling caught his attention, turning his attention over asyhe heard the soft snapping of twigs within a few bushes at the edges of the field. Hunter's stance lowered slightly, right hand reaching up smoothly and sheathing his sharp claws. He held himself for a moment, he observed the bushes until a small animal hopped out among the leaves, scurrying away upon the sight of a demon.
Instantly, he caught up the rabbit and pinned it down against the ground, piercing his claws into the creature. He bit down on the neck, his tail twitching slightly as the rabbit slowly depleted of its life essence. Most children would be disturbed by such a bloody scene, but this type of stuff was normal for any demonic child. He raced back
"Hunter, we do not put our mouths on our prizes." Tenshi's face slightly contorted into disgust, picking her son up by the back of his shirt, "Drop it." Hunter reluctantly let go of the meat, whimpering slightly as remnants of blood stained his mouth.
Tenshi is ruthless in her methods of killing, only taking commissions from magnates who offered a handsome amount of money. Teaching her apprentices knowledge and skills of dark magic- though her ways became questionable to the public, no one dared to challenge Tenshi's ways of purifying the land. A devil, a God, who walked among men, they said.
"Darling~"
Tenshi's face twisted into one of anger and annoyance. She turned, raising her eyebrow to the man who absolutely adored her. Zalgo's 10ft form stomped towards her, instead of his normal demonic form, it had been his more humanoid and handsome tinge to it, he did it all for the approval of Tenshi. He kneeled before her, catching her hand, feeling her hands around his, she could feel his thumb rubbing endearingly. And as he watched her through the mirror he brought her jasmine scented palm to his lips, grazing it lovingly and possessively. "My lovely deity, would you join me for a quick kill? I'm sure it would be amusing, in your eyes, to watch bodies drop in the arena."
"I do not have time for such nonsense." She snatched her arm away, "I must tend to my son, and afterwards, I must find a human proxy. I am in debt to her, temporarily. " she mentioned. Tenshi has never known peace ever since she lost her family, her heart ached for some kind of closure, surely thinking that there would be more to the life Tenshi had lived with her family. Zalgo might just pose the biggest challenge on her already worn-out patience.
– (NOTE: Nightmare temporarily transformed into Tenshi while coping with Addict's death.)
Addict's skin burnt and prickled from how cold it was, the cold was the only thing she could remember when she first woke up. The piercing cold made the simple act of opening her eyes nearly impossible, but she still managed it. It didn't help much though because the sun above her was so blinding she couldn't recognize anything but shadows. However, it was then that she realized her ears were ringing, it was such a high pitch ring that whe hadn't recognized it at first. As the pitch began to fade little by little, the sound of voices started to form, they were barely audible, and they sounded gurgled almost as if they were underwater.
Her eyes traveled up, looking up at the crimson sky, eyes squinting slightly the two blood suns glinted at her from her peripheral vision. It was midday and Addict already felt like going to bed, she was exhausted and her body felt heavy, and she was feeling the absolute heat crackle into her veins. Roars from the crowd erupted as Addict arose, and she could feel the burning gaze of Zalgo staring down at her, especially the one she despised most.
"Unfortunately, for your recent betrayal, Addict. I'll have no choice, but to execute you, instead of giving you another chance through the arena." The God amongst the stand announced "I gave you a chance to side with me, such a poor choice to dismiss such an opportunity. I could have made you stronger, the strongest. You will be sentenced to being eaten alive." Zalgo smirked, "Tie her up!"
The crowd of demons cheering nearly drowned out the worried sounds of Addict's friends, Varrick was not having this happen– he couldn't.
"Let her go damn it!" He yelled, being held back by Masky, who had seemed equally as furious. But he knew it was out of their hands if Zalgo was involved. His heart started sinking slowly like a ship. The captain of his heart made him abandon ship; All he could see a storm over his eyes.
Ace remembered the last time he saw her. Ace closed his eyes and sighed, taking water in her hands and rubbing it up against his face. “Addict...” He whispered to herself, feeling a warmth crawling up the back of his throat with upset. Ace didn't want to think of Addict not making it out of the execution. He didn't want to lose her, at all— he loved her dearly, and it was a hard subject to think about.
Masky grabbed him into a hug from behind, tightly keeping his arms wrapped around his chest. Varrick felt a few tears roll down his cheek, “I don't want her to be dead... I don't wanna be in this world without her.”
“She'll survive, Varrick.” Masky said calmly and quietly from behind him, “She'll bounce back, she always does.”
Varrick began to sob as he couldn't keep all his emotions in check. He had bottled up all his grief and did what he could to keep it locked up. He thought that he had come to terms with the thoughts that he wouldn't see any of his friends again, and the beloved woman that he had by his side. Her brown eyes, her amazing smile, and that warm kiss that always lit his fire flooded his mind uncontrollably. Varrick wanted so badly to see her alive, and just wanted to feel her body in his arms again. He had to stop thinking about his obvious thoughts and start thinking more practical thoughts. He knew that Addict was strong, she had been through a lot, and he knew she could take care of her own when it came down to it.
'She'll survive... she gotta survive….'
Kellin closed his eyes and brought his now bloody hand to his face, shaking his head and holding his breath. Warmth crawled up his throat and he felt his eyes watering, knowing that there was not one more thing he could do. Kellin took a deep breath and put his hand down, seeing as Addict got dragged by the demons.
Masky huffed and the control on his eyes broke, tears rolling off his cheeks and onto his body. He swiped his hand across his face, wiping away the tears on his cheeks and leaning against the railing for leverage.
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Hair hung from her face and her eyes stared at the grey sky, her arms and legs tightly bound together by a rope. She panted from the heavy adrenaline pumping through her body and realized she was going to die.
While doing her best to plan out solutions in her head, Addict hears an unsettling growl behind her. She whips her head around to see what could be making such an ungodly sound. However, there is nothing to be seen. She scans the arena behind her a bit longer to make sure before turning back.
Once faced forward, her eyes are met with several pairs of terrifying eyes. In front of her is the most horrid creature she had ever seen in your life. It breathed heavily and growls reverberated throughout its disgusting body. It had all eyes on her as it bared its snaggly teeth. "...Z-z-zalgo..d-d-did this to….me." Addict heard it mutter in a terrifying voice. She thought it was a very odd thing for such a monster to say, but she had bigger things to worry about in front of her at the moment. She does her best to let out a scream for help. But she couldn't seem to get the smallest peep out. Her body is stiff with terror.
While she's rozen in place, the creature wraps its long gangly fingers around her body until she's tight in its grasp. "...Z---zalgo..." It mutters again as she get a close-up of the insides of its mouth. The smell is putrid as it pulls her closer past its teeth.
It was a fleeting moment, she had been having them often as the days passed, and it didn't last long as she suddenly heard the growl of the creature. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for a moment, even Varrick's voice as he shouted seemed to slow and lower in pitch slightly. A single tear rolled down her face as she squeezed her eyes shut, seeing her life flash before her eyes.
"If he's your boyfriend, just know I could treat you much better." He took off his mask, showing off his incredibly striking features. "I know I'd certainly be able spoil you better, I'm fucking rich." He smirked, gently taking her hand and pressing his soft lips against it. Addict flushed when he began peppering her hand with kisses so soft it almost made him question if he was even making contact. Honestly, she wanted to pull away from his grasp, but he was incredibly attractive.
[Next memory]
Addict felt the bike swerve to the side, scaring her out of her wits as she lurched sideways, seeing the concrete taunting her below them. She latched onto Masky's torso and gripped it tightly, her face pressing into his back. With her eyes clenched shut, she felt her heart throb against her chest and her arms shaking from the sudden adrenaline. Masky looked back briefly, then down to his chest, seeing her hands gripping on him for her life. He looked back to the road, his flicking hair blowing away from his face. He wasn’t bothered by it in the slightest; it made him feel like her brick keeping her from floating away.
Finally feeling safe, Addict slowly opened her eyes and didn’t feel the gritty sensation of her skin skidding across the concrete. She pulled away from him quickly once she realized what she had done and loosened her hands around his waist, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that.” She said loudly over the thunderous engine of the old Triumph. He turned his head and shook it, an amused expression on his face,
[Next memory]
The sight of which only made her tears pour faster and Addict tried to pull away, but Jack knew her and he gently grabbed her face, her cheeks securely held in the palms of his hands as he used the rough calloused pads of his thumbs to wipe her tears away, “None of that.” His voice was soft, but the edge in his tone was enough to make her stop. “It’s… I get it,” One graceful shoulder curved into the air as he shrugged, “It’s not easy all the time.” He smiled wryly. “But I’m right here, Addict.” Jack brought up one of her hands to rest over his chest, and he pressed down hard so that she could feel, just faintly, his pulse. It was enough to make her smile, with many an unshed tear in her eye, and Jack made yet another soft noise of sympathy. “Please let me help you.”
Addict's tears continued to fall, temporarily stain Jack's hoodie, and though she wasn't entirely sure as to why she had been so highly strung, so easily upset today, she also knew that not everything she had been thinking, everything which she had been torturing herself with today, was reflective of reality. He hadn’t left her for even a moment, and she knew that this would pass. The way it was feeling to her, it would probably pass like a kidney stone, but it would pass… she just had to hold onto Jack and to the very few things which made sense to her and all would be well.
[Next memory]
He was caught completely off guard as she walked up closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in with a soft, but tight grip. He had never been hugged in that manner before in his entire life. She rested her chin on his shoulder and took a breath, letting it out slowly as she took in his warmth. He didn’t move and he looked down at her, not knowing what to do in the certain situation. Even though they had been through hell, her hair still smelt oddly sweet. He lightly flinched when she put her hand on the back of his head, but his muscles relaxed when he felt her soft hands run through his hair. She smiled when she could hear his heartbeat, and it was beating fast.
[Next memory]
"I seriously missed you, Addict !" She pulled the woman in for a tight hug, she held her tight, like a child clutching their favorite teddy bear, as if protecting her from all the things that go bump in the night. "I can't believe it's been only a few years, honestly it felt just like a few months."
"Night, you've changed so much!" Addict laughed, smiling brightly as she reunited with her close friend. Her arms mimic Nightmare's, sneaking around her frame while her hands grasp the fabric between his shoulder blades. Addict finally pulls away, looking at her friend, "Where is the old Nightmare and what have you done with her?" She jokes.
A small thud is heard from above Addict right before a voice. "Disgusting vermin."
Suddenly, the creature pulls her out of its mouth and directs its eyes towards the figure that has landed on its head. Addict also looks up to see who would be so daring to even touch this monster on purpose. A tall, slender woman is crouched on the monster's head. Black bandages wrapped around her chest, with black shorts. She had a matching blindfold covering her eyes, yet she could somehow tell he was looking between her and her captor. She had silky brown hair, extremely lengthy as it reached past her legs.
This stranger is sneering down at the creature, like this is light work for her.
One of the monster's hands releases its hold on Addict while it grips her tightly in the other. It then uses that free hand to swipe at the stranger at her head. The woman leaps away at just the last second she would have been crushed. She lands not too far away, that same look of disgust on her face. She sneers to herself as she stands tall, her hands clenched tightly together, "Pathetic." She taunts.
Whirling her fist back, the brown-haired God strikes the beast through its face. The creature immediately breaks apart, the pieces of its body scattering to the ground. Blood and chunks of flesh drop to the ground with a wet splat. The God was frozen stiff with his hand still held outward. Soft gusts of smoke came from her clenched fist, the sound of power burning from her hand. Though the match was won and over, the women's stoic expression slowly transformed.
With furrowed brows, "ZALGO!" her voice echoed throughout the entire stadium, silencing every demon as they trembled at the thought of angering the Goddess. She rips off her blindfold, anger brewing in the magnificent hues of hers.
"My-my love! I didn't think you were coming—" He stammered, slowly standing to his feet to try and explain the error of his ways.
"Do not call me that." Her voice seethed, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Liu leaned up against the railing of the arena, spotting Tenshi land into the arena. "Is that…Tenshi?"
As Tenshi stomped, an orange, glistening radiance of fiery explosions danced throughout the ground, having debris fly everywhere. Addict put her hand to her mouth and gasped as the ground exploded at her feet, nearly reducing the arena to more remnants Blood curdling screams made a sharp shiver run up Addict's spine as each of the explosions sounded off.
"How DARE you disgrace me in this way, I shall mount your head onto my wall after I'm done with you!" Addict stepped back cautiously as Tenshi extended her arms quickly, creating a dangerous wall of flames into a larger ring before the fire expanded towards the arena, "Having me fight such vermin. Making me look across the entire kingdom for the proxy that you had. Give me a single reason why I shouldn't kill you right now!"
"I d-didn't know this was the human you were referring to-!" He swallowed dryly, "Even so, I can't let her go! She still owes a debt to me, darling!"
"A debt?"
Tenshi spaced out for a moment, thinking about the current situation. She turned on her heel, facing Addict. Addict watched remotely as her savior stared down at her. She found herself unable to look away from her bright brown eyes, their shade a clear reflection of the flames they held. Suddenly the flames went out, "Very well, then. You may proceed, Zalgo," She uttered out. "On my terms."
She watched Tenshi with weak eyes as she leaped high, no matter how many times she saw her, Addict was still unable to truly believe that such a powerful being lived inside of such a close friend of hers. Seeing it now, she was amazed. Tenshi landed gracefully, on the balcony ledge, her eyes locking with Addict's.
"You are unlike any other human I have seen in my lifespan, Addict. You shall be given another chance at life, as promised by the amulet you were given. But you must fight for it! Shall you succeed, Zalgo will no longer pester you, and you may live with free-will," She announced, the crowd gasping in astonishment, "However! If you shall fail..and disappoint me.." Addict watched as a purple flame engulfed the palm of Tenshi's hand, her eyes undeniably terrifying as they twirled with an unknown emotion. She crushed the flame in the palm of her hand,
"You will belong to me."
#simp party#simp party my beloved#addict and varrick hours#addict and kellin#masky and addict hours#addict and ej hours#addict and ace hours!
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Okay! Got your request and it's going to be good!
Now please don't do this if you don't want to and don't rush, it's fine if it's late I honestly don't care, everyone writes at different speeds so please take your time if you choose to do this!
But my idea was a little more fluffy than usual......so Addict finds Varrick being super pissed from across the room while she talks to one of her love interests (I'll let you choose!) So she feels kinda bad and later that night she goes to Varricks room, and just slides into bed next to him without saying a word. He's confused but she tells him that she loves him and always will! If you want it extra fluffy you could have Addict apologize for making him jealous while giving him little kisses on his neck and cheeks.
Jealousy issues - Simp Party
Synopsis; Addict talks about EJ, and Varrick gets incredibly jealous.
Warnings; None
Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict
Note: I hope you like this! Varrick is such a cocky bastard lol...but he has a lot of jealous moments.
Word count: 7, 575
A bright red blush crept onto Addict's cheeks and Varrick fought back the urge to snap at him. However, being the strong hearted and proud man he was, he tried to compose himself, for who Addict was talking about wasn’t worth a penny to let himself lose it. “Jack is so nice…? I'm not really sure how to describe it, but he's always so calm and collected towards dangerous situations– I find it admirable.
Addict somehow hadn't seen his eyebrows twitch in annoyance, his nose wrinkling, and mouth twisting into a grimace. His expression was priceless, and Varrick tried to suppress the growl threatening to emerge from his throat. That didn’t stop him from grimacing internally. Eyeless Jack, he had never liked the demon. Considering this context, he despised the very thought of him even more.
"Oh yeah?" He huffed, "What else is so great about him?"
"Hmmmm," Addict hummed slightly, “1. He's extremely skilled at fighting, I know you haven't seen him but you should really consider it. 2. He seems to always patch up any wound I have skillfully– without even complaining. The only thing he ever gets worried about was how I got the wound. And 3. He really cares about the others, even Jeff.”
He looked at Addict with such a blank look, that she got a bit confused. It wasn't like him to be so quiet….it certainly had been strange.
“Cat got your tongue, Varrick?” Addict playfully grinned in a teasing way while sticking out her tongue at him. But he didn't seem like he was in the mood. Still, Varrick couldn’t tear his mind away from the thought of Jack being so close to Addict whenever her wounds needed to be tended to, feeling yet another pang of jealousy. Of course, he wasn’t threatened by Jack. It was just…he wanted to be the one to feel Addict, to feel her soft touch on his skin as he was the one who cared for it. But he couldn’t ask for it – he was way too stubborn and prideful.
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Exhausted from a seemingly endless day of proxy work, a youthful brunette trudged through his room void of light save from the beams of moonlight streaming in through half-open blinds. Boots left lopsided at the door, he dropped his clothing along the path he carved with aching legs. Tired eyes attempted to focus on the cold metal doorknob leading to his master bedroom.
With what little strength he had left, he turned the knob and carried himself to the nightstand beside the heavenly bed he yearned for. Tired eyes strained once again as they tried to adjust to the golden light provided by the lamp he’d just reached for. Those same amber hues found their way to the moving figure lost under the cotton sheets of paradise.
Swirls of brown locs spread across the beige pillowcase matching the comforter wrapped around her. The sound of peaceful breathing filled his ears, reminding him why he fought and slowly washing away the stress of the day. Scoffing with a smirk on his face, he wiped the bit of drool trailing down her pillow-squished cheek.
The brunette hastily stripped the shirt from his body and pulled back the covers only to frown at the sight before him.
Amber orbs scanned the area for his missing pillow until they found it stuck between the arms of his sleeping beauty. Much to his partner’s dismay, he snatched the fluffy pillow from her hold.
“Ahhhh,” Addict groaned, sleep overflowing in her voice. "Varrick, what the heeeeell.” she grasped at the pillow with a limp arm and half-lidded eyes.
Varrick clicked his tongue as he threw his pillow beside the other where it belonged. “This is my pillow, darling.” The man she’d almost called her love climbed into bed beside her as he’d imagined doing every night and pulled her into him, only this time it wasn't a part of his imagination. Addict mirrored his actions, slinking an arm around him as if it was second nature.
“Mmm, you're mean,” she mumbled into his chest.
Scoffing with the usual smirk on his face, Varrick placed his chin utop her head and delved a hand into her hair. He wastes no time scooping her into his arms and holding her tight like she was the only thing left in the world. "I'm..sorry. For…making you jealous. If I had known I was making you jealous at the time, I would have kept my mouth shut." she softly apologized, "I love you, and I always will. You may be a cocky idiot, but you're my cocky idiot." She laughed slightly.
A bright red blush crept onto his cheeks, "It's fine…I wasn't that jealous. I'm greater than any damn demon. I can certainly fuck you way better-" Addict suddenly took a hold of his collar rather roughly, pulling him into her, her lips colliding as he was completely frozen to the spot, successfully shutting him up. Varrick's mind was desperately trying to connect the dots and instead it was just causing a short circuit.
The world around him blurred as he looked into her eyes. Her arms reached up and tangled around his neck. She breathed in sharply and kissed him delicately, his arms encircling her waist drawing her in, his lips hungry for hers. Addict's hands entangled themselves in his ebony locks, and it took her breath away to realize his hair was softer than she had expected.
The hand rubbing circles into his back commands his muscles to relax while another swims through his hair and attempts to tame locks that had been viciously tousled throughout the day. The two of them lay in silence together, eyes hidden behind heavy lids, enjoying each other’s presence and soft breathing, and Addict can’t help but laugh to herself every time Varrick lets out a sigh as he continues to loosen up.
Addict feels a stir when he removes an arm from her waist and places it on her face, and despite the winter at his fingertips, she leans into it. His thumb rubs the apples of her cheeks, red and hot from his touch, and Addict plants a kiss on his palm.
He laughs, pressing his thumb into her lips before he brings it to his own for an indirect kiss. It brings a smile to her face and she hugs him tighter; he reciprocates by returning his arm around her sides. She melts into each other from the warmth of their touching bodies and the mixture of their scents and the seemingly unending embrace they shared.
Contented, Varrick resumes his position and returns his hand to himself, but it soon finds hers and he brings it to his lips for a kiss. He tucks Addict's hand under his chin, still holding it tight, and his eyes flutter shut again. Addict's other hand plunges into chocolate-brown tips as she watches him drift into unconsciousness with a smile on her lips; it was going to be an evening of cuddles and blankets and ice cream and she couldn’t wait.
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Hii! So I got your request and don't apologize! You could send me like 10 requests and I'd be totally fine with it!
Anyways I do have a request of my own if that's alright! So I am conflicted between asking for a part two of what you just wrote orrrrrr my other idea....
We all know Addict is very brave when she is drunk and imagine her getting the courage to try to tease Varrick.....so she finds him and tries her best to tease him and it backfires.....you can decide the rest!
But those are the two options that I had in mind and I can't choose which one so feel free to do whatever idea is easier!!! Thank you so much and please take your time and don't force yourself to do it!
Drunken Mishaps/Unspoken Troubles - Simp Party
Synopsis 1; Drunk Addict starts to playfully tease Varrick
Synopsis 2; Addict and Kellin finally have some time to themselves, and they talk.
Warnings; Smut, small mentions of Addicts past, brief angst.
Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict
Note; I'm sorry this took so long! I really hope you enjoy it though! I genuinely enjoyed writing about Addict, and her love interests!
Word count: 14,156
“Hey, beautiful, I’ve never seen you around before,” Some random demon casually leaned against the counter you were sitting at and shook Addict out of her drunken thoughts.
“If you’ve never seen me before then you must not be very important,” Addict shot him a distasteful glance, taking another sip of her whiskey. The demon's face lit up with panic — he must not have been expecting such retaliation to his pathetic attempt of flirting.
“Are you bothering her?” A familiar voice came from behind her — a long, slender hand slapping down onto her shoulder, “Please don’t flirt with my wife”.
“Ah- Wife? I’m so sorry, sir,” The man stumbled over his words, bowing his head to Varrick and scurrying away. He must've recognized Varrick as an important asset of Zalgo's, ever since the information was leaked to the public from a certain blue-haired fugitive.
Varrick wasted no time sliding into the seat next to her and pouring himself a glass of whiskey from the bottle she’d already been working on.
“Really? You’re telling people I’m your wife now?” She gave him a deadpanned look, though it was clear she had been smirking a bit.
“It worked, didn’t it?” He shrugged his shoulders and took a sip from his glass. A comfortable silence settled between the two as she continued downing a few glasses, sharing sighs and long side glances. After a while, Varrick cleared his throat and said, "You know, I don't really mind calling you mine." He snickered, smirking at her.
"Yeah?" Addict asked, pouring the last of her bottle of whiskey into yet another glass. Addict looked up at him for a moment as they locked eyes, a devilish smirk that ran shivers down his spine in the best way possible. Red effortlessly crept up on his cheeks, as she leaned towards him. She leaned up against him, her lips brushed against his ear.
“I'm not into little boys, sorry.”
Varrick got caught completely off guard— he stopped and turned to face Addict, her arms crossed, pressing against her chest and her lips contorted into a cheeky grin. “I'm not even young— I'm older than you!”
“You’re right! I’m sorry old man!” Addict laughed, hard. She tended to be less stoic, and much more playful when she was drunk.
Varrick flushed at her words. Of all the nicknames she had for you, that was the one he hated most right now. “Don’t call me that, I’m not an old man!" He pouted.
“Oh, you’re not? Then what are you?” His question gave him pause. He stood silent for a moment, searching his brain for the right term to describe someone as perfect as himself.
“A hot young man.” He smugly said,
“Pft, ha!” Addict let out a brazen laugh at his choice of words, setting fire to his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “What, you think you’re a fair maiden or something?.”
“I’m not old—" This was the first time he was so flustered, it was completely out of character, "You’re old!”
“And you’re almost as old as me, so you’re still old.” Varrick bit the inside of his cheek. His brown-haired love-interest sauntered over to him and slung an arm around his neck. He pulled him in close. “D-don’t worry Varrick. You’re still hot even though you’re so old. Especially when you make that angry face of yours,” She cooed in a way she knew would annoy him the most.
Suddenly, Addict took hold of his hand. Her lips drew a trail in kisses as they made their way up his hands from the base of his palms to the tips of his fingers. She looked up at Varrick, whose gaze flew to the other side of the room when it met hers, she saw that his cheeks burned with embarrassment. It was endearing, just like everything else about him. She cocked her brow, smirking as she leaned her face against the palm of his hand.
She's scooped up by a pair of strong arms, Varrick carrying her bridal style and pushing past the flirtatious yet infuriating demons that inhabited the bar, she seemed to not even notice that fact she was in his arms while he stared down at her in his hold. She couldn't help but stare up at him, and give him a drunken smile while a crimson hue crept up on his face.
"Varrick~ my cute old man~ " She let out a slurred out laugh, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, as he felt an increase of speed in his heartbeat. She inches closer to his face, completely startling him as her lips brush against his own, and maneuvered to be near his ear, "You're so hot~" her teasing had sadly almost came to an end, and she knew her plan completely backfired— but it was worth it to see Varrick being the one who was so worked for once.
Varrick sighed as more of the blush invaded his face. His face grimaced, the last thing he ever wanted was for Addict to have such an effect on him— it was honestly…embarrassing. More so than he like to admit, he sighed and forced himself to pull it together, that was until they got home that is.
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Varrick considered this the ultimate revenge— overstimulation.
He’s got his mouth stuffed into the lips of her cunt, tongue petting her velvet walls and nose bumping the swollen tip of her clit.
Both Varrick and Addict get drunk off the high of it all - His plush lips kissing her sopping wet folds, sucking deliciously on her clit. He’s always told Addict he loves to eat her out - that he almost does it for his own pleasure.
Thick brown hair is threaded between her fingers, tangled and sweaty, he nods, licking another stripe up her cunt with a wet moan.
“God, you taste so fuckin’ good,” amber eyes roll to the back of his head, swollen lips covered her slick - god, he’s absolutely ruined beneath her, broken down to simple words of “Please,” and “More,”
“Varrick…” Addict rolls her head against the silk pillow, watching him nod into her pussy.
“Mhm, angel,” deep voice muffled and thick with lust, he pulls her hips closer to his mouth with a whimper, “You taste so fuckin’ good,” he kisses the hood of her clit, amber eyes meeting her lidded ones,
Addict already came twice tonight from his mouth alone, the stimulation tingling in the balls of her feet, running up her numbed legs and sitting in a heated coil in the bow of her tummy. It’s too much, his gentle licks and moans against her folds sends her into a fit of sobs.
“Too much, too much,” She's gasping, lips parted in an ‘o’ as he only tightens the hold he has on her hips. For a moment, he moved from the position between her legs, and moved towards Addict's lips. She felt the plush of his lips collide softly with hers once again. She closed her eyes shut and she kissed him back, pressing her lips back to his and putting a hand to his cheek.
He held onto the innocent kind of kiss for a few more seconds, just pinning her to the bed with her closed lips touching, but then all of a sudden she felt him open his mouth, tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip slowly.
Addict slightly opened her mouth and felt his tongue enter inside, bringing along the intoxicating taste of alcohol. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck out of instinct, tugging at his hair from time to time. He pulled away, deciding to settle himself back between her legs.
“Just a lil’ bit more, sweetheart,” he’s pleading, as he brushes himself against your core “Just a lil’ bit more for me.” And then, he’s running the flat of his tongue over her soaked folds again, moaning against her, "This is what you get for teasin' so much,"
[Next Story]
Addict's eyes softened as she stared at the scenery seeming to fly by in slow motion, the beauty of the flawless snow covering everything still seemed to amaze her. It glistened under the bright rays of the sun and every little flake had its own story to tell. Addict admired the snow; it didn’t have a care in the world other than melting away once its life expectancy dried up.
Kellin looked over at Addict, seeing her staring out the window and keeping quiet. She was a firecracker; the first one he had met in a while. Someone he hadn't thought he'd ever meet, especially when getting involved in such a dangerous situation— working for Slenderman. He felt a slight blush creep up on his cheeks, before he drew his eyes back towards the road.
"Do you think Varrick or Masky are following us?" He asked, clearing himself from his thoughts momentarily.
“Nah. I don't think so,” Kellin knew she wasn’t much for casual conversation so he tried to find something that he would be interested in talking about. Addict playfully rolled her eyes at the thought of Varrick and Masky following them. She stared out the window, watching as trees and fields blew by in a blur as the convoy continued down the road to their unknown destination. Kellin's mind twisted and turned in trying to think of something to converse about rather than sitting so comfortably in such a silence. He didn't mind the silence— he'd just wanted to find something that would genuinely interest her. Kellin mentally groaned to himself and grabbed onto the handle to the window, rolling it down and letting the wind roll through his long hair.
“So….what's your relationship with Varrick?” She heard Kellin ask with curiosity. Addict shifted her body to a more comfortable position in the uncomfortable seat. Addict rested her elbow on the base of the window and rested her head on her hand,
“It's…complicated.”
“Was he your trainer or something?” Kellin said right on the spot and Addict nodded,
“Yeah. He was the guy who trained me,” She laughed to herself and paused for a moment, looking out the window, “Before Zalgo, he worked for Slenderman. Believe it or not, he used to be much more…nice, back then. On his own, Varrick's way. He was practically my best friend, and I honestly don't regret any of the memories I've had with him..” Addict smiled at the memories, twirling a small lock of her chocolate brown hair in between her fingers. As she looked over at Kellin, she noticed a barely visible jealous grimace. It was the only type of angered xpression she had seen on him— he usually never got angry, but this had been another emotion. "That was before everything went to shit.."
“What do you mean by that?”
“He left me at the mansion without a word to go work for Zalgo. I didn't know anybody there— they were all killers, some of them even looked down upon me for being new. Varrick was the only one I could rely on during that time, and he just left me behind.” Her brown eyes looked back out the window disappointingly as her finger brushed up against her cheek. A gust of wind blew through the trick, making her hair dance around her face as she bit down on her bottom lip, playing with it, “It's better now though.”
Kellin looked at her, a pang of sympathy playing on his face. Before he could say anything however, he looked forward and smiled, pressing his foot on the breaks, “We're here.”
Addict steered her vision towards the ashen sky as her eyes waltzed towards the end of the cliff. The fluffy yet shadowy clouds blocked the view of the perfect round sun, as little pellets rained down on the car relentlessly, it was beautiful.
For a brief moment, their eyes seemed to lock. While Kellin was internally being driven insane, Addict let another one of those rare smiles adorn her features once again. To Kellin, it was almost hard to believe that she killed hundreds ruthlessly, and had been one of Slenderman's most efficient killers, despite seeming apathetic the majority of the time, she did care for the people around her and he secretly cherished it. A true feature that wasn't appreciated by enough people, and a part of him was glad for that.
He wondered how Varrick could have ever left her behind.
The warmth of Kellin's arms suddenly wrapped around her shoulders, the pure tenderness from the action was truly comforting to Addict on such a grim subject, as Kellin pulled her closer to his chest and pressed a tender kiss to the crown of her head. They melt into each other with the warmth of their touching bodies, along with the seemingly endless embrace they shared.
Kellin is a little tense and awkward at the start of the embrace because he doesn’t really know what he’s doing. It’s his first time establishing intimacy like this and he doesn’t want to leave Addict with a bad experience or impression of him. He slowly melts into her, as Addict doesn't show any sign of protest.
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