Hollywood Undead Fic

C.12.

(May contain triggering topics)

(Also this is shit)

(I need ideas)

          Dylan's taken to reading to me. I enjoy his deep, soothing voice, so I let it be. Charlie's fallen asleep and I'm feeling a bit drowsy myself at this point. Dylan doesn't seem much better, as he keeps narrowing his eyes at the page and trailing off. Finally, he slams the book down on the table and storms out of the room. I'm too sleepy to react much, and Charlie just lets out a soft breath. I card my fingers through his hair, smiling down at the sleeping man. When Dylan returns, his arms are laden with blankets and Matthew's behind him, in the same manner. They dump everything on the floor and Matthew immediately steps forward, lifting the coffee table. I watch interestedly as they rhythmically work, Dylan leaving the room once more and bringing back the chairs from the kitchen table. Sheets are tied together and eventually Danny walks in, grinning and starting to help with whatever's going on. Matthew leaves and returns with a large television, and I tilt my head slightly when the mass of multicolored sheets are nailed to the middle of the ceiling. I can't see anything they're doing now, but I can hear them moving around and whispering. It makes me oddly... unnerved.

"Hey, Gorgeous?" "Yes?" Dylan pops into view and I jump, forcing Charlie to resettle. "Come in here." "But Charlie-" "He'll be fine. Come on." I look down at Charlie, idly dragging my fingers through his soft hair, then swallow and carefully maneuver him off of my lap and onto the couch. I push a pillow into his chest and he hugs it obediently, mumbling wordlessly. I stand and Dylan disappears back into the sheets, the space in which he had appeared being pinned shut. "Walk around the other side." "Go get her." "What? Why?" "Make her close her eyes." "Stand still and close your eyes." Dylan and Danny's conversation make me sigh heavily, but I do as I'm told, ceasing my movements and closing my eyes. A cool hand slips into mine, it's partner pressing against my lower back. I'm walked forward and around the little fortress, then I'm stopped. The previously red lighting behind my eyelids goes black, then gold, then I'm released. "Open your eyes for me?" It's Matthew. He sounds like he's pouting. I smile just a bit and open my eyes, then my lips part in awe. How'd they manage this? "What is this?" "A fort." "Oh. I've heard of those." I say, walking into the little area and reaching up, brushing my fingers along one of the sheets. A red and black flannel one. It's soft.

Then, as I contemplate this fort further, my eyebrows knit together and I turn to look at the three men. "Aren't these for children?" Danny snickers and Dylan and Matthew glance at each other. "So? It's fucking awesome. We're having a movie night." "I'll go tell J to get some snacks." Matthew informs, giving me a brief side hug before walking out of the living room. "Will Johnny be taking part in this?" I ask, watching the doorway. "He should be. He loves shit like this." I nod absently at Dylan's words. "Well, you have fun. I think I'm gonna go take a nap." I say, walking out of the room and to the basement. I'm already at the bottom of the stairs when I'm tackled. I inhale sharply as my arm bends awkwardly beneath me, Danny not seeming to notice. He sits up and forces me to roll over. I hold my arm at the elbow and stare up at him in surprise and slight fear. He smiles at me warmly, reaching up and pushing his fingers along the side of my throat. I wince and he chuckles. "Where are you going?" "To sleep?" "Now? But we're having a movie night." "O-Oh. I thought it was a guy's night type deal."

He rolls his eyes. Currently, his shins are pressed to the carpet on either side of my thighs and his hands are sprawled out on the sides of my head. "Whatever. If you don't want to hang with us, just say so." "Th-That's not it! I like you guys, I just assumed you didn't want me there." He drops to his elbows and now his nose is less than an inch from mine. I blush lightly and he grins. "I like you as well, Sweetheart." He purrs, then his head dips down and he nudges my neck with his nose. I see his grin soften to a small smile. "We want you there. We love you, Idiot." The small jab makes a sharp pain rush through my chest. Like my rib snapped and forced it's way out. But the realization of his words soothe the pain a bit. "R-Really?" "Of course. Can I ask you something?" This startles me a bit. "Shoot." I say decisively. "If I kiss you right now, would you push me away or kiss back?" I blink in surprise, then redden and look away. "U-Um...?" I mutter. He takes my face in his hand and forces me to look at him. "Answer me." He demands. Then he sighs lightly. "Please." He adds, seeming to hate himself for it.