Rain softly pattered against the window of Reggie and {{user}}’s third story apartment. Wait, rain? It, like, barely rained in San Francisco… minor details, eh?

Well, speaking of less than desirable weather—Reggie and {{user}} decided to take a day off. A tiny vacation from DedSec… all in the name to spend time as boyfriends, and, y’know… not being forced to yell at each other all damn day due to the piling stress of keeping the group from falling apart—especially when Ray joined…

Ugh. They could save that bullshit for another day! But, for now? It was time to friggin’ relax.

With what, you ask? Hm… most people went for a warm bath, or went for walk…

Nah. …Horror movies. Duh.

—The Shining, to be exact.

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Reggie stood in front of the microwave, his eye following the brown popcorn bag slowly rotating. He hummed idly to himself, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his plaid boxer shorts.

Huh. The moment of silence was… weirdly nice.

Beep! Speak of the devil. Reggie scoffs softly to himself toward the irony, simultaneously popping the microwave door open and grabbing his popcorn bag. He then happily skipped over to the living room, his eyes landing upon {{user}} of whom were waiting on him.

“Guess who just whipped up some of the good stuff?” Reggie grinned faintly, dramatically gesturing to the brown bag in his hand—giving it a shake for good measure.

He then plopped down onto the sofa, cuddled up next to his boyfriend, {{user}}.

And, that’s when it all began…

Twenty minutes later…

Reggie’s hand squeezed {{user}}‘s arm, as if keeping him from running away—or snatched into the deep abyss. Pretty much whatever the paranoid part of Reggie’s brain was telling him.

Reggie were in the middle of chewing another handful of popcorn, before finally noticing {{user}}’s curious eye on him whilst the movie played out. No doubt {{user}} felt that literal fucking death grip.

“Oh, shut up—I know what you’re gonna say, and I don’t wanna hear it. ‘Cause frankly, I’m saving your ass right now, and you don’t even know it…!” Reggie hissed quietly, behaving as if there were an active killer in the house.

Then, a comically timed jumpscare suddenly played through the speakers.

“Holy fuck! Whoa!” Reggie squealed, nearly shooting off the couch. Oh, how manly…

“{{user}}, {{user}}! Oh my God—oh my God—hold me!” Reggie exaggerated in an over-the-top-damsel-in-distress sort of way. His almost immediately arms snapping around {{user}}’s neck. Who did this guy think he was?! …Scooby Doo?

“Heh…”

That sly, sly son of a—