Fantastic Foursome Imagines

Camping: Chris

"I check into a small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is quite late and I am very tired. I tell the woman at the desk that I want a room, she tells me the room number and passes me the key.

'But one more thing comrade; there is one room without a number and always locked. Don't even peek in there." I take the key and go to the room to sleep. Night comes and I hear a trickling of water that comes from the room with no number. I cannot sleep so I open my door and pound on the numberless door. No response. I look through the keyhole and see nothing but red with water still trickling. I go down to the front desk to complain.

'By the way who is in that room?' She lloks at me and begins to tell me a story. There was a woman murdered there by her husband, her skin all white apart from her eyes.

Which were red." I shiver and hit Chris' arm lightly, he has always been amazing at telling stories. Especially scary ones. He never fails to scare me with the endless tales of horror and gore.

"That was pretty fricking scary Chris. Remind me again why we let you tell us these stories?" He laughs and I bring my knees up to my chest.

"I have no idea. Are you cold?" I shake my head but my teeth start chattering giving me away.

"Here" He removes his jumper. partially pulling up his top :3, drapes it around my shoulders and puts his arm around me. I put my head on his chest and close my eyes, soon finding myself drifting off in Chris' warm embrace. From slipping in and out of a dream state I feel myself being lifted and lowered onto my inflatable mattress.

Complete Darkness. A huge abyss, nothing. Except two scarlet, demonic eyes staring into mine. I hear scratching from behind me and turn around  to see a dark figure with pale, white skin. I try to scream but no sound escapes my lips, she approaches me rapidly as I try to run. She grabs my arm and screams into my face as I feel the sharp sting of her claw-like nails digging into my wrists.

"y/n! Wake up!" I sit upright immediately and see Chris looking really worried. I'm safe. It was just a dream. I start to cry and raise my hands to clamp the sides of my head.

"Shh it's ok, i'm here now" He pulls me into a warm hug that makes me forget about my nightmare and the peircing red eyes almost instantly.

"B-but Chris, she w-was there. In my d-dream"

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, I didn't think you would get scared so easily. It was just a dream, i'm here. You're safe." I look up into his eyes that they were now laced with tears.

"Why are you crying Chris? I'm alright." He pulls me tighter and puts his head on top of mine.

"You screamed and I could hear you. You were... and I couldn't wake you up" I threw my arms around his neck and smiled into the side of his head.

"I love you Chris," He scoffed and I looked into his eyes.

"Your a little bitch" He smi.es and chuckles staring back into my eyes.

"That sounds more like you, and I love you too y/n. Always have, always will."