⋆ closed starter for @secondhandhearts › nathan and charlie.
there has to be some kind of irony in the fact that nathan, a divorce lawyer, keeps getting invited to all these weddings. can’t say he doesn’t enjoy the celebratory part of it, each reception being more outlandish than the last. it’s an excuse to get out of the house, though. knows for a fact that if he wasn’t here tonight, he’d be mulling over prenups and what have you back at his office. leans against the counter of the open bar, a whiskey neat in hand as he surveys the room. almost immediately, he spots a familiar brunette amongst the crowd. charlie, what a pleasant surprise. hasn’t seen her since their last run in. “ do my eyes deceive me or is that the wedding planner of the century? ” snickers as soon as she approaches him at the bar.
“ you’re not comin’ and i don’t wanna hear another word about it . ” tone is clear and firm as he takes a break from bagging the necessary items he needed for the run to grab a beer out of the mini fridge , glancing toward leo for back up — “ you gonna help me with this or just stand there like a fuckin’ idiot ? ”
“ i mean , i don’t even know why it’s a conversation . ” he finally rasps from the edge of the bed , averting his gaze toward the femme , “ you know we’re not changin’ our minds so why go and piss him off right before we leave ? ” it’s almost as if she wanted leo to catch the brunt of it from the passenger seat because that’s surely what would happen if this didn’t get squashed immediately .
to see heidi pissed off is a spectacle in itself, she can turn into a full blown diva sometimes. but, when she’s pissed off at herself, the lead singer somehow manages to find a way to make it everyone’s problem. today is one of those days, had done a less than subpar job during soundcheck, this new song of theirs really testing her vocal range. but, that’s why she wanted to do it in the first place. push herself past her comfort zone and to try new things. it’s important as an artist to be multifaceted and that’s what she’s striving to be. the jack of all trades. so she’s mad now, especially once she realizes that they’re interviewing for rolling stone. “ can’t we just reschedule? you know, find some other time… a more fitting time to do this. we really need to continue rehearsing. ” and by we, she means herself.
⋆ closed starter for @secondhandhearts › dylan and miles.
feels as if he hasn't seen his best friend in ages. which is true, dylan hasn't visited the baker residence since . . . well now that he thinks about it he doesn't quite remember. dylan has been wrapped up with gabe trying to make progress on laura's whereabouts and miles, for the most part, does not like to have company over. with his father being so sideways, the entire household is nothing but a ticking time bomb. waiting for the moment the man snaps. with this knowledge in mind, it still doesn't stop dylan from showing up, parking by the curb as he approaches the front door. he notices that the older man isn't home: a great sign that only enables his visit. “ yo, miles. ” knocks on the door only to be met with silence. dylan takes it upon himself to peer in through the living room windows, not seeing anyone inside. maybe he's not home? deciding to be thorough, he rounds corner and now peers into the window that looks into miles' room. sure enough, the other male is laid out on his bed in what dylan assumes to be a deep sleep. “ i knew i should have called ahead. ” grumbles to himself before he starts to annoyingly tap at the glass in hopes of waking the other up.
⋆ @secondhandhearts › ☞ — [victor] drags [emily] to a haunted house
fall / autumn / halloween themed prompts. currently accepting.
emily doesn’t hide the surprised look on her hauntingly beautiful face as victor suggests them break in to one of the many abandoned homes that line the streets of the dead world. she’s never been curious enough to do this on her own, preferring the company of the other corpses rather than being alone. she’s been so lonely for too long. so, the dead bride lets her partner pull her by the wrist and towards the ominous home, careful that he’s not tugging harshly enough to dislocate the visible bone from it’s respective joint. “ where did this come from? ” she asks, question matching her facial expression but she can’t say she’s not a little bit intrigued and… excited. knows how difficult it’s been for victor to adjust to the world around them and to the idea of being married to a woman who has been dead for decades. emily appreciates the efforts he’s making to be more involved, even if that meant indulging in some breaking and entering. not that the world of the dead had any laws against this or a police force to enforce them. hopefully, this odd but touching gesture means that he’s made up his mind and decided to stay down here with her for the rest of eternity. that alone has cheeks deepening in a blush despite having no blood coursing through her body. they reach the old, rackety steps of the porch and she’s surprised that the rotten wood and rusted nails haven’t completely given out. “ i must say, this is quite romantic. who knows, maybe we can pour some love into this house and make it our home. ” neck turns to face him as they stand by side, ignoring the maggot’s voice behind her decomposing eye telling her that all that glistens isn’t gold.
it wasn’t until the fourth or fifth time her fist hit the door that xander woke up from what felt like the deepest sleep he’d had in awhile . still dark , maybe two or three in the morning , but could hear the faint sound of music coming from down the stairs , reminding him why he’d put the lock on his door in the first place . none of his brothers had any sense of fucking time and as a senior , only a few papers away from graduating , he was well past the days of staying up all night nursing a fifth of liquor . “ somebody better be dead , ” he bellows , pushing himself onto his feet and sauntering over to the knob , giving it a twist and pulling it open with the confidence of finding a shorter , less attractive version of his old self standing behind it . but that’s not what finds at all , instead a sweet mascara stained face that wakes up his senses almost instantly . “ what the fuck happened ? ”
⋆ closed starter for @secondhandhearts › emily and victor.
emily stands besides victor, the couple looking up at the tall, rotten wooden door of the bar. it was the only bar in the land of the dead, and most of the ghouly residents spent majority of their time here. this is where emily’s family resides. not blood family, of course, but the family she made upon her arrival to the underworld. it was important for the bride that her husband gets along with everyone inside. they all knew just how badly she craved matrimony, despite it being the reason why she was here in the first place. all she wants is to be loved, why is it so difficult to find it? victor is the first eligible bachelor to wander down here in ages, so emily is not going to waste her one chance at obtaining her dream. head lulls over to look at him, dead eyes very expressive as hauntingly beautiful voice rings out. “ are you ready? i promise it will not be as bad as you think it is. ” knows that he’s still processing the existence of where they were, so she doesn’t fault him for being reluctant.
⋆ @secondhandhearts › ( sleepover ) and ( nightmares ) 🫡
paranormal situations for all your spooky needs. currently accepting.
i tried doing something new and it flopped so i will be returning to my comfort pairings < 3 aka naomi x vee and dylan x miles < 3
( sleepover ) › our muses have been dared to spend the night in a reportedly haunted place together. naomi and verena.
it is a friday, which means the mysterybusters will be live all night with their fans as they stay over at some alleged haunted location. tonight’s spot is an old, abandon graveyard. it looks like it was meant to look all creepy. the group set up their camp nearby, about a five minute walk away from it. an hour goes by until the chat of their stream starts to request playing truth or dare with the group, an idea that excites everyone as they make the best of this uneventful night. the game begins and things seem pretty standard, until it’s naomi’s turn to be questioned. “ uh, dare. obviously. ” she wants to say truth, but she knows that’s the easy way out. she’ll be damned if she stays a square forever. the chat section of the screen floods with multiple dares, so it is up to damaris to skim through and find one. that seems to be taking her longer than what cris’s patience can handle so he peeps over her shoulder and begins to read the first one that catches his eye. dare naomi and verena to spend the night at the actual graveyard. alone. he snickers as naomi’s eyes widen. “ that’s a little much don’t you think? ” looks around to gauge everyone’s reactions. what? you scared? of course blair decides to patronize her, sharp gaze cutting right through naomi. “ i’m not––– ” to keep herself from breaking out in an embarrassed cry, she stands from her spot. “ i’m not scared. i’ll do it. ” fakes nonchalantness, “ just not sure verena is too keen on the idea. are we forgetting that she can’t stand to be anywhere near me? ” that can be said for about half of us. naomi shoots micah a death glare which causes him to snicker in return. “ it’s up to vee. i’m more than down, obviously. the only thing i’m scared of is getting eaten alive by these fucking mosquitoes. ” let’s that be her answer, giving a shrug of her shoulders as she prepares to hear what verena has to say in response. no way she’d actually agree. right?
( nightmares ) › one of our muses shakes the other awake in a panic after seeing something paranormal in the bedroom. dylan and miles.
dylan isn’t a heavy sleeper. he’ll usually wake up at the smallest things, like the air conditioning switching on or the soft taps of rain at his window. so it’s odd when miles curls his fingers into the male’s shoulders and violently shakes him to try and wake him up, but dylan doesn’t budge. he’s stuck in his sleep. the curse has reached its peak, the dreams he and the rest of his friends are having have only gotten worse. they’re feeling more tangible, and sometimes they’ll wake up with proof that whatever was happening in their sleep is affecting them in the real world. a terrifying thought, one that has pushed dylan and gabe to finally reach out to the psychic laura had gone to before her disappearance. the one dylan had suggested her to go to. that trip is planned for the morning time, however with the way dylan is behaving and the things happening around the duo, who knows what this rest of this night will lead to. currently, the nightmare that terrorizes him is him running down a road, nothing in the distance or behind him letting the male know where he was. all dylan feels is his heart furiously racing and dread creeping up along his back. this doesn’t stop him, if anything it motivates the male to run faster down the road to nowhere. it’s not until he sees a figure appear out of thin air that he halts, chest heaving as he tries to control his breath. taking cautious steps forward, hand reaches out to tap this figure on the shoulder when suddenly the entire head rotates to look at him. it’s like something from the exorcist. dylan trembles as he’s met with laura’s face. it looks decayed, the skin looking a ghastly green. her eye sockets are empty, nothing but a pit of darkness looking back at him. her mouth is agape and honestly: it’s the scariest thing dylan has ever seen. just then, he hears the frantic call of his name and head whips around to find out which direction the sound is coming from. miles. it was coming from all over. just as the boy begins to feel deadly overwhelmed, he hears his name one final time being screeched out by laura’s figure before he jerks awake. “ holy–– what–– ” doesn’t have time to gather himself, miles is dragging him up. fucking finally! we need to leave. there’s something in here with us. dylan doesn’t question his friend, instead nodding briefly as the two bolt it to the nearest exit.
