In My Head | Male Reader x Creepypasta Girls

Reunion

(A/N: Fun fact, I was in the creepypasta community around a decade ago now, when I was like 11. I still talk to some of the internet friends I met from that community. You just had to be there in its prime.)

The two of you smoked, walked, and talked for hours, to the point where the sun had now set, and a cool chill descended upon your quaint little town with the rising of the moon. Somewhere along the line, the both of you had ended up back at Emma's house.

As you lay in Emma's room, the familiar scent of her favourite incense filled the air, instantly taking you back to high school. The room hadn't changed a bit, and the nostalgia was overwhelming. It had been a year since you left for college, and this was the first time the two of you were together in what felt like forever.

The comforting buzz from the joint was settling in, making the room feel even cosier. Snuggled up together, you couldn't help but smile as you thought about the good old days, your laughter mixing with the soft strumming of the movie in the corner of the room. It was like time hadn't passed at all.

The two of you lay intertwined on her bed, and the glow of the TV illuminated the room, casting a dim, flickering light across the walls, highlighting her band posters. The awful horror movie she'd chosen for the night was predictably cheesy, and you couldn't help but laugh at the over-the-top screams and clichéd plot-twists.

You couldn't help but chuckle

(Y/N): "Can you believe how bad this movie is?"

Your comment made her giggle.

Emma: "It's so ridiculous. But you being here makes it perfect."

(Y/N): "I missed this, so so much..."

Emma: "I've missed you so much this past year. It hasn't been the same since you left."

(Y/N): "Yeah..."

You felt your phone vibrate from a text message, but you ignored it since both your arms were firmly wrapped around your girlfriend. A couple more minutes pass in silence before Emma speaks up again.

Emma: "(Y/N)?"

(Y/N): "Yeah?"

Emma: "Will you run away with me?"

Shit. You felt your heart jump into your throat at her comment as your heartbeats became more rapid. Was she serious?

(Y/N): "What do you mean?"

She didn't respond.

(Y/N): "Emma?"

You whispered her name softly, but yet again, she didn't respond. Sitting up slightly revealed the fact that she had fallen asleep. You sat there for a few minutes, just taking in her sleeping form. She looked beautiful.

It was a bittersweet moment, being back home and wrapped up in familiar warmth with her. You gazed at her peaceful face, the soft rise and fall of her breathing, and a thousand memories flooded back.

As you continued to watch her, lost in your thoughts, the door to the room creaked open ever so slightly. Startled, your gaze shifted from your girlfriend to the door, and you could barely make out the figure of her father, the Chief of Police, peeking in to check on his daughter. Your eyes locked, and a silent understanding passed between you before he shut the door, careful not to disturb his daughter.

Prying yourself from her arms without waking her felt like a monumental task, but after enough wriggling, you finally did it. Adjusting Emma's form ever so slightly so she was comfortable, you tiptoed across the room and out into the hallway. You could hear her father shuffling around in the kitchen. Descending the stairs, you round the corner into the kitchen to see Mr Wilson pouring a glass of whiskey.