would you guys be interested in like filler chapters with the indeed couple doing fluffy domestic things? like not that the next chapter is gonna be filler, but like just in case you guys wanted stuff like that
➼ pairing: kyoya ootori x reader (established relationship)
➼ summary: you’ve been up late lately watching horror game play-throughs… and sometimes you forget how scary they can be, even if you aren’t actually playing the game. (something so tooth-rottingly fluffy and domestic for y'all :))
➼ word count: 2.7k: tiny, itty bitty drabble :)
➼ what to expect: “… what are you doing here, anyway?”
➼ warnings: blood mentions, descriptions of the horror game: poppy playtime, SPOILERS!, horror themes???
➼ this is based off the fact that i’ve been watching youtubers play poppy playtime wayyyy too much, and i wanted to publish something for you without the risk of forcing myself to write indeed and it not being good quality for you all :)
Pulling your blanket closer to your body, sitting up in the middle of your bed with your laptop placed before you, your eyes are trained intently on the screen before you.
You watch as a (mostly silent) Youtuber walks through the empty, ominous halls of Playtime Co with a blue hand on the left side of the screen and a green hand on the right.
You’ve made it past the horrifying first chapter of the game, where Huggy Wuggy wants to hug you a little bit too hard. How? You have no idea. That chapter was absolutely terrifying, and you don’t know how you’re not scarred for life.
You never thought being chased through the vents of a toy factory by a tall, blue, fluffy creature (with rows and rows of teeth) that looks like a stretched-out Cookie Monster would be so terrifying. But, here you are, watching the second chapter the second the first play-through was released.
Now you’re dealing with a new foe who goes by the strangely innocent name of Mommy Long-Legs, who wants you to complete three games before she’ll give you the code to the train to escape the factory. She’s much less terrifying than Huggy Wuggy, but you’ve heard rumors that her chase scenes are much longer and harder to complete without dying.
The thing about watching play-throughs is that you never know when they’re going to make a mistake and become a victim of the creature chasing them. Although, of course, when you’re playing the game, on some level, you have a clue about when you’re going to die about a split second before it happens because you know you’ve messed up-, but play-throughs… are far scarier.
But they also give you some sort of peace and comedic relief if they’re talking through the game as they go along.
You’ve made it to just after the third game (after a pug/caterpillar hybrid follows you through a round of red light, green light with the addition of a complex obstacle course), where the player escapes through a window and Mommy Long-Legs is on the move after them. You don’t know when she will pop up; you’re on the edge of your seat.
Your blanket is wrapped around your head and pulled tight in your fists over your shoulders. The screen of your laptop creates an eerie glow and adds to the terrifying atmosphere of your dark room.
Little do you know, your boyfriend has arrived at your front doorstep and knocked, summoning one of your maids to let him in.
As your ever-reputable partner, Kyoya Ootori, makes his way down the hallway toward your room where your maid directed him, he nears your cracked door with suspicion.
He’s about to knock when he hears your little shriek and suspenseful music from whatever you’re watching.
“Ugh! I asked you to play fair, and you cheated! I… HATE cheaters!” Followed by what sounds like a hand banging on a wall in anger.
“y/n? What the hell are you wa-”
“AH! I promise I wasn’t cheating, Mommy!” You shriek, grabbing your nearest throw pillow and chucking it at the intruder in the doorway.
“Ow!Mommy? What the hell are you doing?” Kyoya flicks the lights on to reveal you wrapped in your little blanket burrito and ready to throw another pillow in his direction.
“Oh… it’s just you.” You breathe carefully, placing a hand on your heart in relief.
Your video continues to play in the background, “Now… we’re going to play one… last… GAME! It’s called… hide… and… SEEK! … 10… 9… 8…”
“What in the world is this?” Kyoya rounds your mattress and leans over the bed, over you, to get a look at what you’re watching.
The player continues to run down the stairs frantically and proceeds to complete the remaining puzzles. You can feel more chase scenes about to ensue; you just know it.
“Is this that horror game that I told you to stop watching? Based around that doll?” Kyoya groans, rubbing his sinuses under his glasses.
“Yes… but! It’s just so interesting, I couldn’t stop watching.” You pull him beside you on the bed and offer him some of your blankets to watch along with you.
“Oh, wait! Go turn the lights back off first, please…?” You pucker your lip in a pout and give him the best puppy eyes you can muster.
Kyoya’s cheeks flush a light pink, and he quickly rises to turn them off so that you won’t be able to detect it, murmuring a “fine” under his breath.
After having kicked off his shoes, he resumes his position with you on your bed under your blanket and proceeds to focus his attention on your beloved horror game.
“I promise it’s not as scary as the first chapter.”
Kyoya shivers to recall your detailed description of watching someone be chased through a vent by what essential is a hug monster, then recalls the image of the aforementioned ‘Huggy Wuggy’ that chases the player. Why are you into these things…? He’ll never know.
But he must admit, it’s quite endearing that you watch horror games only to scare yourself silly and come running to him. He’s not complaining.
The both of you watch as the player silently makes their way down an ominous hallway after figuring out a code to open a gate. This video, in particular, is a play-through without commentary or the comforting face of a Youtuber in the corner… so it’s much more terrifying.
All of a sudden, chase music sounds through your laptop speakers, and Mommy Long-Legs appears, groaning distortedly as the player quickly turns around and sprints back to the room they came from, figuring out that they needed to grab the bar on the ceiling and hide from the creature as she scuttles along the floor, looking for them.
Kyoya leans forward, appalled, “What is that thing?” He adjusts his glasses.
You pause the video at an opportune moment as Mommy is chasing the player again, her pink, gangly limbs sprawled across the screen as her terrifying smile and blacked-out eyes stare at the player; therefore, the two of you.
“That’s Mommy Long-Legs.” Kyoya’s brows furrow as he scans over her pink face with a mussed-up, plastic-looking ponytail and pink torso and abdomen… strangely resembling a spider but with fewer legs.
“She’s… horrifying.” Kyoya shivers as you scoot in closer to him.
“I know. I love her.” You giggle, pressing the spacebar to your laptop and watching as the chase ensues with suspenseful music and the distant sound of Mommy groaning.
This isn’t nearly as tame as the other game you used to watch people play, Kyoya remembers. What was it again…? Five Nights at Freddy’s? He’s pretty sure that was it. This game is at least 10 times more terrifying, and he’s only watched about 30 seconds of gameplay.
You peek at your screen through your blanket as your cheek is pressed firmly into Kyoya’s chest for protection, jolting as the player fails to grab the bar to pull them away from Mommy as she springs out of the background and catches them. You shriek, burying your face into Kyoya’s school blazer and groaning at yourself.
“Do you want to stop?” Kyoya smoothes a hand over your back and places a gentle kiss atop the crown of your head.
You shake your head, clutching your blanket tighter and returning your attention diligently to the screen.
As the video ensues, the both of you watch as the player pulls an obviously placed lever and the gears in the nearby machine begin to turn. Then, Mommy slides into the room, gaining a wince out of you, and gets her hand stuck in the very same machine. She lets out a blood-curdling scream when she realizes she’s being shredded.
“Oh, god.” Kyoya grimaces. You nod in agreement.
“What have you done?! He’ll make me part of him! You can’t do this to me!” Her screaming becomes distorted as more of her body is consumed by the dangerous machine, oddly enough, with blood spill… although she’s a toy.
“Wow, I can’t watch this.” Kyoya groans, burying his face in your hair for a moment, allowing himself to become immersed in your intoxicating scent.
“It’s over; she’s dead.” You tap his arm gently, Mommy’s torso lying lifeless on the floor. Kyoya peeks up only to find a mechanical, skeletal hand coming out from under a slightly ajar gate to grab the remainder of Mommy’s body and drag it into the darkness.
“Does this only get weirder?” Kyoya glances down at you to see your own mouth open, flabbergasted.
“And the lore continues…” you kick your feet giddily.
“I think I’ve seen enough; we can stop now.” you pause the video and shut the laptop, allowing darkness to flood the room.
You hum as you and Kyoya adjust yourselves against the headboard of your bed, relaxing into each other’s arms.
“… what are you doing here, anyway?”
Kyoya chuckles, “Well, I wantedto simply spend time with you, and one of your maids let me in. I guess you were too preoccupied to answer the door yourself.” He teases, squeezing your shoulder.
“I’m sorry… I’m just so invested. It’s scary, but I love it.” you smile sheepishly, resting your head innocently on his chest.
“I can see that. And I will never understand why, but I guess I don’t have to.” Kyoya simpers down at you fondly.
“Will you stay the night? I don’t think I can sleep alone after that.”
Kyoya rolls his eyes playfully, “And that’s why I advise against it… but I can’t say no to you. But I don’t have any sleepwear with me… I guess I can send for someone to deliver it…” Kyoya reaches for his phone.
“Okay.” you snuggle closer to him as Kyoya shoots a quick text to his servants back home and easily gets an immediate reply; someone is already on their way.
“You know, you should keep some here… and I can keep some at your place?” You suggest quietly. You wait and gauge his reaction.
“Yeah? That’s very domestic of you to suggest.” Kyoya knows exactly how to tease you.
“You don’t haveto-”
“No, I wasn’t saying no. I actually like the idea.” Kyoya reassures just as a maid quietly announces herself in your doorway, presenting Kyoya with a small bag with things he’ll need to stay the night with you.
“Wow, they were fast…” You marvel as he separates himself from you, bows politely to your maid, and shuts your door behind her as she leaves.
“They have their ways.” Kyoya shrugs innocently, placing the bag on one of your chairs and digging through it.
“Are you going to shower?” you sit up in bed and wait excitedly for his answer.
Kyoya glances over his shoulder, teetering a bottle of shampoo in his hand to indicate his intention, “I was planning to if you don’t mind.”
“I certainly don’t mind at all; I love the way your shampoo smells.” You swoon, earning a laugh from Kyoya as he meanders to your bathroom with his products and sleepwear in his arms.
“Well, thank you, I’m flattered. I’m glad you like it because your bathroom will be smelling that way in no time.” He teases.
“I showered before I sat down to watch the video, so I’ll just join you in bed when you’re finished.” Kyoya nods at your statement, disappearing behind your bathroom door with a smile. The sound of running water quickly follows.
You leap from your bed to rummage in the storage boxes hidden away in your closet, finding just the item you’re looking for-
A nightlight that you keep for occasions just like this. It’s very childish in nature, but that’s what makes it feel safe. It’s a soft, baby pink colored rainbow with magenta stars and a smiley face on the cloud near the rainbow’s end. You shove it into the outlet, and it flickers to life.
After about five minutes or so, Kyoya emerges from your bathroom in a cloud of steam as you perched in your bed, hopelessly scrolling social media. He’s in the midst of towel-drying his hair when he notices the pink light in the corner of your room that breaks the darkness.
“… what is that?” he nearly snorts in amusement, cocking his head in the direction of your nightlight.
“My nightlight that will keep Huggy Wuggy and Mommy Long-Legs away.” you grin sheepishly.
Kyoya sighs, “You’re such a child…” He nearly groans, plucking off his glasses and setting them on your bedside table after tossing the towel in your hamper.
“Mmhm, but you love me.” You counter convincingly with crossed arms and a pout.
“Mm. That I do.” Kyoya kneels on your mattress, pecking your forehead, before crawling next to you in bed, dressed in comfortable sweatpants and an old t-shirt he only keeps around to sleep in.
Kyoya may have not started off as a particularly romantic boyfriend. Still, he quickly learned that your love languages are things like physical touch and words of affirmation, no matter how embarrassed you get each time he performs them. He’s more than happy to do so, although he must admit at first it was a bit out of his comfort zone, but he’s fallen into a comfortable routine; it’s become a habit of his.
“You smell clean.” you sigh, tossing your comforter over your body and wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, pressing your nose to his neck with a deep inhale.
“Are you sniffing me?” Kyoya peeks down at you.
You inhale once more dramatically, sighing dreamily, “Yes, I like your scent.” you giggle, sniffing as if you were a dog trying to learn his scent.
“God, you’re a pain.” Kyoya teases, although his actions contradict his words, sliding an arm under your body and wrapping it around your back, holding you close to him.
“Mmhm, tell me more.” You’ve learned how easily you can fall asleep to his deep, tenor-like voice if you try. It can fall into a soft, comforting monotone when he drawls on about his day, and although it was first seen as slightly offensive when you would fall asleep to his voice, Kyoya now knows it’s nothing more than a sign that you feel safe with him.
“Yeah? Tell you more about how you make me worry constantly? And how I have to look after you?” Kyoya teases once more, watching as you nod sleepily.
“Oh, yeah, I love it when you talk like that, baby.”
He snorts, “Okay, I give up. Want me to tell you about my day?” He suggests, running his long, slender fingers through your hair with caution.
“Yeah…” You yawn.
“Alright, then. Today I woke up to that text message from you at about two in the morning last night about how you were craving Italian food. I don’t know why you think I’d be awake at that hour.” Kyoya recalls fondly.
“Mmm.” You hum absently.
“I got caught up on the week’s future homework assignments after school today, though I assume you’ll want to see them before I turn them in prematurely. Honestly, I’d rather tutor you than just give you the answers. But, have it your way. Dinner was casual; I just had the chefs whip something up briefly, very light. I did a bit of light reading before coming to visit you. Oh, I forgot, Tamaki called this evening wondering about arrangements for your birthday party next week. I told him I had it completely under control, but he insisted he must have some input. You don’t mind if he chooses something small… like, say, an activity, do you?”
Nothing comes from you but soft breathing and the occasional hum in your sleep as you adjust yourself. Kyoya continues on as though you answered.
“I didn’t think you would. You’re also so conducive to him… I think it’s endearing. The both of you are.” Kyoya smiles fondly.
Your cheek is pressed to his chest, your mouth slightly ajar, soft puffs of air coming from between your lips. Kyoya exhales shortly in a laugh.
“Alright, I guess you’ve had enough of me. Sleep well… I love you.” His last phrase is quiet.
“… love you, too.”
Kyoya nearly rolls his eyes. Of course, you’d be awake only to say that. But that’s why he loves you… all of you. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
[ID. Photo. A sign closer to viewer says “Danger: Bear in Area,” with an image of a bear on it. Further from the viewer is a bear, in the area. It stands precisely the way the bear on the sign stands. End ID.]
