#Holy Spirit makes me a better person

[cosmermaid]

I wish I could say that I stopped going to church originally because of the racism, or the slut shaming, or the toxic community, or the hypocracy, or the ablism, or a question of faith, or any of the other valid and legit reasons to ditch church.

In truth, I just REALLY hated the music. And most church services are 50% "praise and worship" and singing 20+ year old "contemporary" bland pop. I would have stayed longer for only a sermon, rather than spending over an hour pretending to "feel the spirit" at the worst concert every week.

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Hi fellow adventurers!! A few weeks ago i caught wind of "Delicious in Dungeon". I'm not really an anime person, but I am a TTRPG, CRPG, and cooking person- . And holy shit. It is so good i  convinced my partner to binge read the whole thing. I'm caught up on dungeon meshi, the anime, and just yesterday i also finished dungeon meshi, the manga.

Its rare to come across a serialized story that is so thematically cohesive and knows its characters so well. All of the bonus content like the artbooks and monster tidbits are just the icing on top.

So, inspired by Ryōko Kui's writing and illustration I'm going to attempt to create a recipe for every single Delicious in Dungeon recipe!-

Today that means Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom hotpot is on the menu!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to a Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom hotpot?” YOU MIGHT ASKThis is one of the pricier dishes until we get to the kelpies and dragons of the menu-

Rock lobster tail

Porcini mushrooms

Shiitake mushrooms

Snow fungus

Small potatos

Fensi (glass noodles)

Water

OPTIONAL: your choice of dipping sauces

There was a crossover/promotional event in Shibuya which featured various realworld dishes from the series. They had one for Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom, but they used prawns.  while those cook better in a hotpot, they also didn't look enough like the scorpion for me, they also used udon noodles for the slime and a seaweed/kale(?) mixture for the algae. If you're looking for substitutes due to price or availability i would start with those ingredients.

AND, “what does a Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom hotpot taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKI hope Senshi would forgive me for technically cooking the lobster outside the pot, once he tastes it.

Okay im always partial to veggies but wowowowowowowoowowowow the snow fungus and the mushrooms tasted soooooooooooo good in the lobster stock

A nice delicate layering of different flavors

Try to get a bite with the lobster meat and shiitake together, dip in butter then chili- trust me

Its up to you what texture you prefer if you want to put the noodles in at the end or put them in halfway through the meal. Either way dont go for eating those first as theyre very filling

I think this would pair well with a citrus drink, something light and clarifying

This would also pair well with being extremely high and hungry (if you feel safe cooking while inebriated lol) very calorically dense

For the trial run I did one lobster tail in the pot with everything else, and one lobster tail off to the side to be picked apart. The former is more in spirit with a hotpot, but it got rubbery as the meal went on and lost its nice taste. The latter may be a bit more work but all you have to do still is boil it and set it aside. I found it held up much better. It was also easier to get inside the shell.

. If you have hardshell maine lobster available, i think it would be superior to rock lobster (keep in mind crustaceans will get rubbery if cooked too long in the pot) . Green onions and/or lotus root would make excellent additions

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From getting the ingredients out to sitting down and eating, id say it took maybe 30 minutes max? It'd vary on how fast you can prep vegetables and get the various implements heated.

Hotpots are not something i do very often as i'm usually just feeding myself. I think thats why a hotpot makes perfect sense to start the series off. If you want to set the tone of "take care of yourself, eat food with others, and use what you have" (generally speaking) there is nothing more simplistic, flexible, and defeats-the-purpose-if-you-eat-it-alone than a hotpot. Gather around and let your friends bring ingredients to the pot if you want to fill your heart up extra full <3

I'm doing something different here because unlike previous recipes where i used a bunch of different sources and made my own recipe out of hodge-podging it, or just used another persons recipe entirely if they did it really well, i made this more whole-cloth based off of what i had available, what I could discover through research, and my existing knowledge. Instead of the recipe being 50/50 original, this one is more 20/80. So. I'll pass the final verdict off to you guys :D 

What would you rate this recipe out of 10? (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) Did you love it, did you hate it? What're your thoughts on what I could do different, and what would you have done instead?

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Ingredients:

2 Rock lobster tails

3 Porcini mushrooms

2 Shiitake mushrooms

Snow fungus (a good handful, should rehydrate in the hotpot)

2 Small waxy potatos

Fensi (glass noodles)

Water/lobster stock

Method:

Lightly rinse all of your vegetables beforehand and let them dry.

Vertically slice the porcini mushrooms. Cut off and dice the stems of the shiitake mushrooms. You can slice the tops if youd like.

Peel and cube the potatoes, roughly an inch each.

For the lobster tails; Boil a pot of salted water. Keep the shell on. Weigh the largest tail and add 1 minute of cooking time for every ounce of weight.

When done, strain the lobster from the water. Pour the water into your hotpot as the base. Serve the lobster on the side so people can pick the meat out to dip into the hotpot.

Bring the hotpot to a simmer. Add the potato cubes, snow fungus, mushrooms, and noodles.

OPTIONAL: this wasnt in the show, but its fun having sauces on the side :) i had oyster sauce, dry seasoned chili dip, melted butter, and soy sauce available

[k4vehrtz]

⸻ YOU'RE A CRISIS OF MY FAITH

. ✦ . starring — dom!top! t. fushiguro / m! reader

warnings — porn with some plot, sacrilege, a copious amount of religious themes, priest! reader, virgin reader ergo loss of virginity, allusion to homophobia / internalised homophobia, unprotected sex, blowjob (r receiving), deepthroating, fingering, riding, creampie, toji lowkey has a corruption kink, use of the nickname 'angel', toji refers to the reader as father once but that is entirely in a religious sense . ✦ . wc — 2.1k . ✦ . notes — we'll all pretend that didn't just happen!! anyway!! i'm so so normal about toji...and !! i don't know what exactly falls under dark content but seeing as this contains sacrilege you've been warned nevertheless. not proof read bc t**blr stressed me out

“what does —” he stops himself mid-sentence to motion upwards, “the big man upstairs think about homosexuality?”

you swallow hard, your adam’s apple bobbing. you hadn’t expected the question, naturally. especially from the likes of toji fushiguro of all people. but you answer anyway. “well,” you murmur, averting your gaze so that you’d stare out the window as the first signs of winter begin to settle in for its extended stay instead of being forced to meet toji’s pointed gaze. “we all are subject to desires that may or may not reflect god’s light, but these desires aren’t sinful unless you act or encourage others to act on them.”

he nods almost absentmindedly in response before following up with: “…even you, i imagine, as a man of god, could fall victim to such desires?”

and you pause for a beat, your jaw tightening as an image escapes the dark recesses of your mind; the neat box you’ve forced what you deemed unpleasant thoughts into.

the man in your mind didn’t look quite like anyone you knew at first. he was just a man without a name or a face — similarly to the world before god’s divine intervention, he too was without form. but then, by chance, you met toji fushiguro and his teenage son. then the man who’d haunt your thoughts began to change.

he was older, weathered by life experiences and parenting, and taller, maybe 6’2, with messy black hair that fell over his brows. his hair reminded you of the cloudless, starless night sky. then there was that scar on the corner of his right lip. you’d imagined yourself on more than one occasion leaning toward him, pressing your lips against it before he’d open his mouth and let you explore the wet cavern.

though you shake your head as if that would dismiss your thoughts, fingers curling defensively around the window’s ledge. “everyone encounters temptation in their day-to-day, but, like god’s son, we must resist.” you counter eventually. “you’re not one for idle chatter.”

“i’m not,” he agrees, his voice smooth, something akin to the feeling of silk against your skin. it gives you goosebumps and makes the hairs stand up. he puts his hands up in mock surrender, his gaze intent. you can feel him burning holes into the back of your head. “you know, i think i’m long overdue for a confession.”

“as you wish.”

“our heavenly father has declared the following in the book of james, chapter five, verse sixteen: ‘therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. the prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective’. now, in the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit, amen.”

silence — and then toji sucks in a breath, his voice thick with an emotion you can’t quite grasp but has you shifting in your seat on the other side of the confessional booth anyway. you’re, on some level, disgusted by your behaviour. it’s unprofessional at best, or perhaps the beginning of your unravelling at worst. you fear it’s the latter.

“bless me, father, for i have sinned,” the words slide off his tongue with ease, “it has been two months since my last confession.” and your eyes flutter closed, or maybe you forced them closed because you feel no better than a pervert by the way you ache at every sound that comes out of his mouth.

either way, you don’t notice the way the door creaks as toji lets himself out of his side of the confessional booth and opens the door to yours until he’s kneeling in front of you, the pads of his fingers digging into your sides. the skin of his fingers is rough, worn out from the different tasks he takes on to keep himself and megumi afloat, you think. he’s become something of a handyman around town.

“to be honest, father,” he says, now directly addressing you. “i came here fer’ your guidance…you see, i’ve been havin’ thoughts lately that i don’t think align with what god wants.” and you find yourself at a loss, your eyes still closed, though your adam’s apple bobs again as you swallow your suppressed thoughts. “my guidance?” you repeat quietly, “confess your…thoughts…then, and seek forgiveness. it’s not a sin unless you act on those thoughts.”

he lets out a pleased hum at that, leaning forward so that his face is practically buried in your clothed crotch. “so,” he counters, “if my understanding is correct, would it be a sin if i told you to spread your legs f’me?”

you don’t trust yourself to speak right now — not when your thoughts are all muddled. so, you simply nod and toji clicks his tongue. “but sin or not, you’re going to anyway because you and i both know how we feel about each other, right? c’mon, use your big boy words and tell me.”

the smart thing—no, the right thing to do here would be to say no. adamantly deny the lingering touches and glances that the two of you had come to share. affection between two men could only go so far. but then again, you’ve gone so much farther in the safety of your bedroom long after the sun has set. how much longer could you shamelessly show your face to the other members of the church and listen to them confess their deepest secrets to you? you’re parading as a righteous man when you’re anything but.

if it turns out to be as bad of a sin as they say, god will strike you down.

turns out it’s not as bad of a sin as they say — or maybe it is and you’ve yet to receive divine punishment.

“god works in mysterious ways,” you say under your breath but toji hears it anyway. how could he not when you’re in such proximity to each other? you hadn’t meant to say it out loud but it doesn’t matter. and toji (ever the charmer) takes it upon himself to respond, “maybe he brought us together for a reason…or maybe i’m one of lucifer’s lackeys sent to seduce you.”

you make the conscious decision to ignore that which seems to entertain toji even more. he’s ridiculous in ways you can’t fathom. like…the way he’s got your legs spread, back pressed firmly against the wood of the confessional, your thighs trembling as he clicks his tongue, “spread yer’ legs a little wider f’me angel, s’not enough f’me to suck that pretty cock.”

he… he knows what he’s doing. whereas you were clumsy and inexperienced. but, to be fair, you had taken a vow of celibacy when you were twelve.

now, though, you’re experiencing true pleasure for the first time — and with a man, no less. you tilt your head back in what little space the confessional affords you as toji gives your balls tentative touches, maybe light squeezes, as he aligns the head of your leaking cock with his mouth. you’re embarrassed, warmth flooding your cheeks, but you can’t look away. not when this is all you’ve ever wanted.

there’s pre-cum on his lips; your pre-cum. it’s there, as clear as day, and he’s entirely unbothered. all of his attention is on your cock. your cock that’s throbbing as he sucks on it. pre-cum and saliva mixing. it’s all so new to you.

as for him…well isn’t this cute? you’re trying your hardest to stifle those needy moans of yours, he can tell. but no matter how much you bite down on your lower lip or how you press your hands against your mouth those pretty sounds you make always find a way of escaping. part of him, somewhere deep down, feels guilty for corrupting you like this. but perhaps he doesn’t feel guilty enough.

he continues to work on your cock, sucking on it whilst simultaneously fondling with your balls. you’re quivering, rutting your hips forward now and then. occasionally you go too far and it scares you at first — you didn’t mean to push your cock all the way to the back of his throat! ever the unbothered, though, he welcomes it until you’re spurting your load down his throat. and he swallows, utterly content.

then he coos at you, bringing a thumb up to your face, and tracing the outline of your jaw. “don’t worry about me, angel, you’re not going to hurt me. what you’re going to do f’me is let me reposition us so i can see your pretty boy hole, m’kay? my boy can do that f’me, right?”

my boy. the idea of being his. after so long…it only feels right. so, you allow him to readjust your position so that you’re straddling his lap and somewhere in the process you both disregard your clothes.

“you’ve been thinking about my cock? that’s why yer’ hole is winking f’me? all ready to take my cock like a big boy?” he asks and you nod your head eagerly. every word that comes out of his mouth is dirty but your reactions are the icing on the cake. you’re not the quiet, unassuming priest he met by chance all those months back. and to think that he’s the reason why.

well, he doesn’t linger on the thought. you’re impatient, squirming on his thighs in search of friction. but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t get him going and he may be many things but he would not force himself into you without properly preparing you to take him.

so as much as you whine about it, he ultimately takes his time with you. the nearest lubricant happened to be some sort of oil, but he made sure that it was safe to use before coating his fingers in a generous amount. then he oh so carefully drags his finger across your hole. it makes you shudder, but after a few minutes of this, you find yourself unprepared for the stretch of fitting a singular digit in. it hurts and the moment you so much as whimper toji’s pressing his lips against yours. the same lips that were around your cock only moments ago. his lips are gentle, soothing, even.

and he keeps it like that — his lips against yours as he slowly introduces more fingers into your ass. it takes a while but your pained whimpers soon morph into more desperate, filthy little noises as he drags his fingers in and out of your hole before curling them, tips grazing your prostate.

you want it, you decide. his cock, that is. you want his cock in your ass beyond a reasonable doubt. it’s all you need. bouncing on his fingers feels good but you just know that his cock would feel so much better.

“this is a sin, we’re both sinning,” you announce, your words strong but your delivery coming in between laboured gasps as his fingers continue to graze your prostate. “so i expect you to fuck me like you mean it.”

and he doesn’t need to be told twice. with a scoff — one that sounds more amused than annoyed — he pulls his fingers out of you. shaking his head as you whimper at the loss. but it’s soon replaced by something bigger and much thicker. it’s his cock, covered in the same oil, and you almost can’t believe it when he’s aligning it with your entrance, pushing past the tight ring of muscle.

you have to take a few breaks before you fully sink on him with a low groan. he makes you feel so full and he hasn’t even moved yet. and when you take it upon yourself to ride him you revert to the softheaded boy he makes you out to be.

your movements are clumsy — mediocre, you’re sure of it. but toji doesn’t intervene. he simply leans back, big, warm hands on your hips, while you figure out your rhythm. and after a few failed attempts you find one that works for both of you. it feels good, it feels great even. his hard cock filling you to the brim while you all but mindlessly bounce on his cock, your walls clenching around his throbbing length.

you’re going to cum soon, you’re sure of it. and when you do eventually watch through teary eyes as your cock spurts ropes of cum onto his stomach you’re not surprised whatsoever. toji, however, takes a lot longer to cum. you’ve probably cum at least two more times by the time toji takes control, his grip on your hips tightening as he angles you just the right way to hit your prostate with each thrust of his hips upwards. your toes curl, eyes half-lidded, and you just barely acknowledge the warmth of his semen in your ass.

all you can think of, and just barely manage to stutter out is: “you’ve fucked me,” and he stares up at you with a smug smile, chest heaving as he copes with his orgasm that has been a long time coming, “yeah, i’ve fucked yer’ pretty boy hole.”

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How about jjk men reaction if y/n has a tongue piercing? ;D

JJK Men Reaction To Y/N With A Tongue Piercing

A/n: Thank you @luna-lunique for this wonderful request, I hope you enjoy it ❤️.

Characters: Geto Suguru - Gojo Satoru - Choso Kamo - Ryomen Sukuna.

Warning: SMUT MDNI for Sukuna's part ( ofc it has to be spicy with this man )

Geto Suguru: Interested And Flirty

Geto Suguru is your crush, so you got your tongue pierced to match his vibe, since he's got both his ears pierced.

Your piercing wasn't healed yet, so you'd find a difficulty to move your tongue which resulted in you stuttering.

He'd ask if you were okay.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine Suguru, it's just I got my tongue pierced and it kinda hurts a bit"

His eyes would lit up with genuine surprise and interest.

A smile played on his lips, curiousity evident in his gaze.

"A tongue piercing? You've been hiding your rebellious side from me Y/N?"

You'd blush a lot from the way hos eyes were glued to your mouth whenever you spoke, trying yo catch a glimpse of your piercing.

"Didn't know you were into piercings tho! But it's a nice touch, added a bit of mystery in you".

Since he's experienced with piercings, he'd give you some advice on how to care of it in order to heal it fast.

Your tongue piercing was his breaking point, he'd give you multiple hints that he has a crush on you.

"You know people with tongue piercings are my type"

"Maybe I should join the club Y/n. A matching tongue piercing could be quite special don't you think?"

A few days later, Geto would surprise you with a tongue piercing as well, cuz he desperately wanted to match with you.

Gojo Satoru: Teasing

It was when both of you were teasing each other as always.

You'd stick your tongue out to mock him, and that's when he caught a glimpse of the jewelry that decorated your tongue.

A subtle surprised flickered across his face, eyes widened in intruige.

"Holy shit! Stick your tongue out again–Is that a piercing?"

But of course you had to tease him and hide it from him.

So you covered your mouth a ran away from him.

You think he'd give up? Hell no! he'll run after you, catch you and force you to show him your tongue.

Would pin you down, and tried to open your mouth.

"Show meeeeeee" he'd whine.

You'd bite his finger.

You got tired and gave up, so you poked your tongue revealing a cute jewelry.

"Oh someone got an extra sparkle in their mouth, is this your way of ensuring our convos are electrifying?" he'd joke.

Would observe it in admiration, fascinated by your bold choice.

Would definitely try to touch it.

"You're full of surprises Y/N! I love that"

Would appreciate your uniqueness, spontaneity and free spirit to try new things.

Teases you a lot about it but deep down he loves it so much and thinks it's hot.

"Imagine if I put a magnet is your mouth a pull"

"Ugh, I told you this for the 1673829th time Satoru, it's not magnetized".

Spoils you with different jewelries.

"Thought this one might match the sparkle in your eyes"

He'd say with a wide smile, gifting you the new expensive accessory.

"Wonder how it feels to kiss someone with a tongue piercing, wanna help me figure out Y/N?"

Choso Kamo: Concerned AF.

"Like my new piercing Choso?"

His eyes would widen in surprise and concern.

He couldn't help but voice his worries.

Approaches you with a worried glisten in his eyes, carefully opens your mouth to get a closer look at your piercing.

If it was possible he'd shove his head inside for a better look.

"Wait when did you get this Y/N?"

Bombards you with questions.

"Is it painful? Does it hurt when you talk? Omg alright I'll shut up you don't have to answer if it pains you when you speak"

Would he stop asking questions? No.

He has to make sure you're okay.

He's a caring person and his questions reflected his genuine concern for you well-being and safety.

"Does it bleed? How long does it take to heal?".

"Are you supposed to eat certain things or avoid stuff?"

You'd have to comfort him, and tell him that it doesn't hurt as it looks and that you have a high pain tolerance so you can handle it.

If you choose to joke around with him and tell him that it caused you to faint or it started to bleed, man would panic, might faint as well.

Treats you with tenderness and care.

Blows on your food if it's hot, so it won't burn your tongue and cause any infections.

Googles: How to heal a tongue piercing in 1 day.

"It looks great on you my love, but I hate seeing you in pain".

Ryomen Sukuna: Turned On.

It was when both of you were making out.

The accessory on your tongue poked his lips and tongue.

Would pull back in surprise.

"Woah woah! what was that show me!"

You'd stick your tongue out, a smirk played on his lips, a flicker of desire ignited his eyes, mirroring his filthy thoughts.

It was your plan all along, you led him on for a makeout session so he could feel your new piercing.

Instantly turned on, his pants tightening.

"Well, well, look what we have here! Someone is upping their game, spicing things up"

He'd laugh in satisfaction, excited just by the thought of what your pierced mouth could do.

"You're playing dangerous games Y/N"

Would waste a second? No! He'd want your tongue around his D.

"Come on, on your knees now Y/N! I want to know how it feels"

It made him 10x attracted to you, having your tongue pierced revealed your badass and rebellious side that he couldn't help but fall deeper for.

As you did your work down there, he'd focus in the way your tongue piercing lingered around his D.

You'd drive him crazy, and turn him into a hot mess. Only his groans are heard.

[biancasaidstfu]

I’m sorry but I just can not buy that Luke is with Antonia romantically and Nicola is with Jake romantically. Legit for several reasons one of the biggest being if they were so serious with their significant others why did they never simply say “We are both in conjured relationships with other people that we wish to remain private and we’re just friends”. That is all they would’ve had to do at any point during the WT. the numbers would have still numbered as most general audiences did NOT watch the world tour and most GA watched season 3 for Polin alone and know Nothing about Lukola stuff. Also it doesn’t explain all the other stuff from the WT. The absolutely unhinged things Lukola said about each other, the over touch. I’m sorry we know this man knows nothing of personal space with Nicola but at this supposed hard launch event with his supposed actual girlfriend he leaves even room for the Holy Spirit between them? Not to mention the hand holding. What the heck was that? We have seen this man literally search Nicola’s hand through fabric and grip it for dear life. The refusal to let go at the London premiere of Nicola’s hand and seeking it out at the NYC premiere but suddenly with his actual girlfriend he’s touch averse?!? Like also Nicola and Luke were soooo touchy throughout the world tour. Him putting bracelet on her with one hand so he can keep his other around her waist? His arm around her during chair interviews. Them being literally on top of each other during the live stream. Why is Luke her number one or gives a fuck that she finds Ryan Gosling attractive? Why did her whole family react like that to meeting him if he’s JUST a friend? Not to mention all the alone dinners and hang outs they had when press was done? Why are journalists getting vibes from them? Why didn’t they hear cut in the carriage? Why did the break the settee from simulating fucking so hard? Why was Nicola gonna say Colin Bridgerton’s biggest secret was something about his dick size? Why did she have a Polaroid of her friend and costar on her phone for several months if she had boyfriend already?! Sharing the same cup in Brazil and him reaching for that spoon that had just been in her mouth! Why was he SOO sat to hear what she looks for in a man? Make it make sense! And also if both of them are in serious relationships since last year why don’t either Luke or Nicola follow their supposed significant others? Since they’re just great friends right wouldn’t you support your bffs girlfriend/boyfriends of over a year? And then again with both of them NOT spending NYE with the adjacents that’s kinda weird no? And I’m sorry I can’t get over how just not happy he looks in those photos; the video inside is better but still it’s just all so fucking weird and not adding up. And again if Antonia is his significant other for over a year why isn’t she allowed to have him anywhere on her social media? Sorry it just deadass doesn’t make sense? Regardless I am sat on this ship until one of them marries someone else but I’m just saying I’m finding this narrative VERY very hard to believe. India and Corey had great chemistry and did a press tour but were able to shut down rumors real quick as he had a significant other. I just don’t believe everything we saw was PR as they legit didn’t even know cameras were on them during multiple times. I’m just gonna watch and wait but again the math truly ain’t mathing for me.

The math is never mathing.

[elfarons]

teo babysitting,, WALK WITH ME !!!

you and girl dad!ren just need some time to turn your brains off, but everyone is busy and you're desperate for a break,,,

so you call up the green devil.

cw: fluff, you have a daughter!, reader is still gn tho

of course he says yes because everyone's busy and he's bored, so why the hell not? and he's secretly jealous because he's last to see her in person.

ren was hesitant but you assure him that even though teo is a menace, he will still be a great babysitter because he wouldn't hurt a baby, and he is, admittedly, entertaining.

(the only reason ren let this slide was because he can watch them through the house cameras.)

teo shows up and immediately starts cooing at your little girl while you give him the rundown of where everything is and her routine. behind you ren gives him a death glare. 'if you hurt her they'll never find your body.'

you pass her to teo, and he gives his usual shit-eating grin as he jokingly says, "have fun! but not too much fun!" as you guys walk out the door.

"are we gonna regret this?" "i hope not..."

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around 5 hours later, you and ren come back home from your little date night in higher spirits. but teo is so invested in spilling his life story to your daughter he doesn't notice you guys entering.

on the couch, they're both laying on their stomachs facing each other, feet up in the air, and teo is talking about all his woes like your child is a fucking therapist.

he puts his chin on his palm and continues, "...i mean you're a girl so you know better, do you think I should keep texting her?"

"baahhh! baba!!" she points with her chubby arm behind him, but he thinks she's responding.

"yeah you're right, I'll block her right no- HOLY SHIT" he accidentally opens the camera and sees you two behind him, you stifling laughter and ren with the most murderous smile.

"get the fuck out."

"is this how you repay me?"

...

"okay fine, bye buttercup jr."

he rubs her back then goes through the opened door before turning around outside, "she would be a good therapi-" SLAM!

you start laughing freely and walk up to your daughter who's making grabby hands to perch her on your hip.

after calming down a bit, you give ren a confused, but amused look, "why'd you get mad at him?"

ren's pouting with crossed arms. "....she laughs at him more than me."

a/n: random thing i wrote in like 20 mins bc i had a thought ™️ that teo would talk to babies in a normal convo voice

gulp,, as per usual pls forgive me if this is too ooc 😭😭😭 i always feel like its wrong

dividers by @/enchanthings

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

This year, I want to be a wetter, I mean better person - Mark Webber x reader

cw: age gaps (reader is in her 20s, Mark is in his 40s), perv! Mark, semi-public, squirting, author loves dilfs and hopes that one day dilfs will love her too

Whichever spirit possessed your parents to decide to move to the middle of nowhere, England was a hidden blessing. It may not have seemed that way when you had to endure their company for the 4 hour drive from the airport or when you knew that there was no one fuckable for miles. Not that you could get down and dirty under a family roof, whether it was somebody else's or your own. Nothing more haunting than staring down at the lone poster of Fernando Alonso from his Renaut era on your hideously painted walls while cumming. Or, more accurately faking an orgasm. So you spent a nice, festive Christmas Eve and Christmas in your new family home. Catalogued everything that went wrong in your life to land you in this position from the 26th onwards. Actually explored the town and found that at least 1 bar (as if it would have more than that not on the main street) was open on New Years.

Your parents were not party people. By 8, they had tucked in on the couch and were yawning through a holiday concert of some Dutch guy. You shimmied into the one presentable dress they had seemed to pack from your childhood home. "Conveniently," your cute clothes were in storage, and the owner was somewhere in Dubai at the moment. So you have to make do with this black piece. It's not your first choice. But at least the fact that you had grown some tits since being 18 a few years ago was comforting. You pass your parents by with a promise to not be long now. Being met with a sleepy "Don't worry, sweetheart." you know that they're going to sleep through the fireworks anyway.

To nobody's surprise, the bar isn't crowded. The raging bull is in a pathetic state. Some top 40 hits radio station is playing. The floor is sticky. The bartender looks like he's your parents' age, and it doesn't seem like he knows just what goes into your favorite Long Island iced tea. You sit down and ask him to keep pouring you rum and cokes until either he runs out or your wallet is empty. You sip his very boozy concoction slowly, as you're texting your friends. Complimenting their party fits. Asking details about potential hookups. Looking at pictures of their pets in ugly sweaters. As midnight draws near, someone else actually gets inside the bar. You look up and see a pair of green eyes and holy shit, it's a holiday miracle. It's Mark Webber. 9 time GP winner. Manager of your current favorite driver on the grid. Ultimate celebrity crush, Mark Webber. With the grace of a newborn giraffe, you slide out of your chair. You don't want him to see you, but at the same time, you need it to survive. There goes your cover of not knowing who he is. Now, the bar name makes sense. It all aligns like a jigsaw puzzle. The car themed coasters. The signed cocktail napkin framed on the wall. The only “fancy” drink on the menu being named the Aussie grit.

After you not so subtly go to the bathroom to reapply your lipstick and try to work wonders with a mascara wand, you go back to your place at the bar. Only Mark is next to you, bendy black straw into his namesake cocktail.

"Look, I don't know how much they paid you to tail me here, but I can double it." he says, and you're confused.

"You're some kind of journalist or something.” You shake your head, still too stunned that he's here, talking to you.

“Don't tell me you're just some big city girl whose boyfriend brought her to meet the parents, and now you're single because you found him groping his cousin. Because, believe me, that romcom's more of a staple than you think." He continues.

"Wow, how bad is this town that a young woman in a bar on NYE is news. My parents moved here in April. I'm visiting them for the first time. And so far, I haven't encountered any guys, much less the ones that think the best part of waking up is Folgers in their cup." You explain.

"Are your folks the couple who hate each other but are always bragging about their daughter's graduation in March?" Mark guesses, and you are once again stunned by just much this small town gets to people. Not only does a man that's starred into many of your wet dreams know your parents. No, that's not enough, he also knows they're not the perfect relationship role models. You can't help but wonder if it's hereditary and also the reason you haven't brought home a partner. Pushing that to the side, you reply to him with

"Just the ones.”

"You know your dad thinks we're best friends, and your mom keeps asking if I can hire you at Porsche or McLaren." He says and suddenly all the facetimes with your parents come back to you. The man with a very nice house who they invite over for tea sometimes. The one that's been a little under the weather lately. The one who drives a sports car to the center.

"You're motorsport Mark? Of course you are. Be grateful that you don't have any kids my age because I'd practically be your daughter in law too." You speak before you think, momentarily forgetting about the man's wife and kid. Then you wonder why he's out here with you and not back at home. You're inching to ask, but there is no way to say “are you divorced, and if yes, can I ride you into next year, please?"”. Especially after he hits you with a reminder of why that's a bad idea.

"You should be happy that your parents are proud of you, sweetheart. And that they want you to stick around with them here." He says.

"If I was, wouldn't I be about to watch the fireworks with them?" You ask.

"Still some time until that, isn't it? Wanna make it count?" He replies to your question with a question.

You agree, and there's two more Aussie Grits on the bar. The bar tender also places two laminated sheets of paper and two markers in front of you. The comic sans text on top says "New Years Resolutions" and the neat little lines give you 5 rows to write in.

"Sick of hearing us talk, aren't you?" Mark asks the other man, and the latter just grunts.

"Bet I can write mine before you finish your drink." The former driver says, clearly still a speed fiend. You shake on it, and you start chugging the strong drink. Meanwhile, he's adding chicken scratch sentences to the A4.

He beats you, and to his credit, all his resolutions are thought out and personal. You're happy to see that he's put "do more for Oscar" in there and giggle at the "post more on Instagram?". While you're still reading, he's busy gloating, making fun of you for not learning the most important thing in college - how to hold your liquor.

"What, like you could do any better. Mark, I'm surprised you're standing after the drinks you already had. I bet that I'll have to see you get locked in here till the morning for your own sake." You say, both posing a challenge and remembering the "beauty" of some more traditional British pubs. You hope that the one booth you see is at least comfortable. He doesn't back down, and you're on the clock, writing down what you want to accomplish in 2025. But your brain is buzzing from the drinks, from the way liquid is dripping down Mark's chin and onto his pants, by the fact that you're a horny drunk and the unavailable dilf next to you is too delicious to pass on. You lose, unsurprisingly. Handing over the list, you absent mindedly say

"You know I wouldn't mind your help with the last one, I'm sure you can make it happen, wink wink, nudge nudge.". You're referring to the item "attend my first grand prix," a dream of yours since getting into the sport. But apparently, in the rush, you had added a more nsfw goal under it. Because the item on your list that ended it prematurely was, in fact, "squirt for the first time.".

"You wanna double-check your work before saying things, sweetheart. " he asks, and you're mortified when you do. You start apologizing and gathering your things to leave. Mark places a strong hand on your bare thigh to stop you.

"I never said I wasn't going to do it. I'd be glad to. I'm just making sure that here and now is the place you want to bring this up." He says. Your jaw drops, and you're like a fish out of water.

"Aren't you married?" You ask. It's not the first that you thought would come out of your mouth. Yet, you have to hear him say it.

"Divorced. Technically, in the process of, but no ring. Empty house, and a cold bed. Only my left hand for relief." He says and you're picturing Mark pumping his cock in his fist. You cross your legs and clench your thighs slightly, which doesn't go unnoticed by the older man. He moves his hand and spreads them.

"And you, sweetheart? Do you have some secret boy toy to make your switch into adulthood more fun? Or a nice pretty girl like yourself that you've been shaking up with since your dorm days?" He asks.

"No. Same as you, but I use my right hand. My clit's too sensitive if I switch up my technique." You say, hellbent on making that man go crazy for you.

Mark looks around and tips a crisp 50-pound note from his wallet. You can't help but notice the little blue wrapper peeking out of the Italian leather. He calls over the bartender and asks for "2 coffees when we come back." You think the Aussie's going to take you to his car. Have you ruin his custom leather seats and make you lick up your mess as punishment? You guess he might even take you to his house, not that you have any idea where it is exactly. Ask you to hold on tight as the headboard to his once marital bed slams against the wall. Makes sure your sensitive little clit humps against the pillow as he's fucking you from behind.

But Mark drags you to the men's room instead. Spreads your legs and makes you grab the sink.

"You know I'm a man of few words. And as much as I'd love to start you off with a hands-on approach, I think you haven't earned it yet. So let's show you some videos first, huh?". He pulls out his phone and opens his Google drive. He's got a folder titled xxx and in it is maliciously organized subfolders by years.

"I can click any of them? And I'll see you making a woman squirt?" You say, impressed.

"Never met a girl whose pussy I couldn't make gush. Although I'd stick to the pre-retirement years." He says and you settle on a 2012 video. You know the later ones probably feature his ex. But this one stars a faceless blonde, all curves and moans. You squirm when Mark smacks her ass, watching it jiggle. You keep your eyes on how his tongue slides between her folds. You try to ignore how he's rolled up your dress and is just staring at your underwear. Watching it get wetter and wetter. You're too preoccupied with younger him to ask for his touch now.

The next video is a brunette, with pierced nipples and a possible disdain for Mark. That's gone when he slides into her, fingers pinching her clit. He makes her come too, and the next one and the one after that. You've seen enough. You turn and find him eye level with your cunt, long legs bent into a squat. He may be more than a decade older than in the video, but an old dog doesn't stop learning new tricks.

"Mark, I need you, please." You beg, beyond ready to be treated like one of his "little starlets" from the spank bank. You wonder if he'd film you too. Have your pussy soaking his cock in your juices as a memento of your time together.

"How do you want me, sweetheart?" He asks.

"Need you to fuck me, want to feel your cock inside of me, please." You moan out. And he's a perfect gentleman, because he promises he'll give it to you.

But first he slides his fingers to the front of your underwear and two of them are on your clit, rubbing. Maybe it's because of his height, that the length has spread even to his limbs. Maybe it's the dexterity, the sheer speed of his movements. Usually you'd prefer it starting slow, and building up. But with Mark, it was all climbing, starting at a 100 and moving towards 200 and above. Your hips are bucking against him, searching more. He slows just for a second in order to thrust two fingers inside of you.

"Look at you, already a mess. Did I get you so rilled up, sweetheart. Does this old man do it so much for you?" He asks and smiles as you can only groan and beg for more. He's not someone who draws out things, so he tells you to keep it up for him as he opens the condom package. He watches you whine that your fingers don't feel as good, that they aren't enough.

"Oh sweetheart, just you wait. You're going to be ruined." Mark says as he feeds you just the tip. He makes you take your hands off, replacing them with his. He thrusts up, matching his movements on your clit.

"It's too big, please." You say. Were you asking him for more or to stop? Your body seemed to favour the latter , because you were practically dripping on the bathroom floor. Mark uses his other hand to bring you closer to himself, his shallow thrusts pumping deeper and deeper. He's hitting that spot in your body, the one which you didn't even know existed.

"Be good and cum for me, will you, sweetheart? I don't have all night. So unless you want me to drag you out like this and fuck you on the town square under the fireworks, you better let go." Mark says. He does miss how tight you get around him when he talks like this. He continues, telling you how good you make him feel and how he can't wait to see your pretty orgasm face.That's what tips you over the edge. They're tears coming out of your eyes, you're pretty sure you're drooling and Mark's cock is indeed soaked with your juices. You can hear the obnoxious squelching of his last few thrusts, before he also comes.

He's still inside you when your alarm rings, the sound coming from your purse, long forgotten on the floor. You scramble to turn it off.

"One minute to midnight. Well, it's more like 20 seconds now." You announce. Mark takes your face in his hands (still slick with you) and kisses you gently. He doesn't have the heart to tell you that this is the first kiss he's had all year. You don't have the heart to tell him the same. All you know is that your return flight might be rebooked to a later date. You finally found something interesting to do in your parent's new town.

[writtenbyan-aries]

how about sam x reader fluffy shit where reader is being targeted on an investigation (kinda like kris at the crescent hotel) and he's super protective over her. bro WILL fight a ghost

Warnings: spooky themes, ghost hunting, reader being targeted by the spirits, Sam being protecting, swearing, being scared, mentions of feeling sick, talk of cancer, mentions of death, haunted hotel, spooky fluff

Word Count: 12.1K | unedited

DISCLAIMER: I will be changing things to fit reader into the video, so I’ll be adding/ taking some stuff away. It will also just be Sam, Colby, and reader in this fanfic. Enjoy!

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“Y/n, how are you feeling?” Sam looks back at you with the camera in his hand, “Are you ready for this?”

“I am super into ghost stuff, so I’m excited about this, but I’m also super, super terrified.” You laugh and Sam smirks, looking back at the camera that’s facing you, him, and Colby, “Good, because this is one of the most haunted hotels in all of America.”

You look at Colby with wide eyes and he does the same to you, causing you both to laugh as Sam continues, “We’ve been wanting to come here for years.”

Colby nods, “This place has a lot of messed up history.”

“With that, why don’t we go on inside and come face to face with what we’ll be working with tonight, yeah?” Sam nods and you and Colby follow him into the hotel.

“Oh my gosh.” You leave them to walk over and crouch down infront of a couch that is holding a cat, “Look at you!”

You reach out and scratch under its chin, “You are so cute!”

“Is this the cat manager, Morris?” Colby asks as he gently drags his hand over the cat. Sam nods, “This could be Morris the new cat manager.”

You look up, “Are we looking at a ghost right now?”

Sam and Colby laugh and Colby shrugs, “Could be. When this hotel was first started, they had a general manager, which was the cat.”

“Wasn’t it an orange tabby cat?” You ask, still giving the cat in front of you attention, and Colby nods, “Yeah, it was a little orange tabby cat.”

“They made a cat the general manager?” Sam asks as he laughs, “Oh my god.”

“Yeah! They made the cat the general manager, and when it passed away there was like three hundred people who showed up to its.. death ceremony?” Colby tilts his head and points, “Funeral. I mean.”

You laugh and look at Colby, “I like death ceremony way better.”

“Yeah it’s way cooler.” Sam agrees and you finally stand up, pointing to the cat, “If I need more pillows, you’re who I’m calling.” You give him a wink as you click your tongue and Sam and Colby laugh.

You make your way to the steps and follow Sam up as he pans the camera around, “Oooh my god.”

“This is so siiick!” Colby looks around as he walks up and Sam shakes his head, “This just screams haunted, anything with a spiral stair case like this just give off that vibe.”

“I can one hundred percent agree to that.” You laugh, “they just give me a weird vibe.”

You walk up onto the floor and Sam is slightly freaking out about the lay out. You look around and sigh, “I’m sorry, I have to say this. It’s giving, the shining vibes, like two little girls are just going to stand at the end of the hallway or something.”

“It is!” Colby laughs, “Like a little kid is going to speed around the corner or a tricycle. Oh hell no! Why did I say that!?”

“Oh my god. We’re just.. asking for shit to happen.” Sam laughs as he hands Colby the camera, “Okay. So this.. is what you need to open..” he pulls a key from his pocket, “A fuckin’ old school key.”

“Oh my god, that’s actually so cool, look at that thing!” You walk up and look at the key is Sam’s grasp, “Holy fuck.”

“This is for room 202.” Sam says as he hands you the key. You take it, “What happens in this room?”

“There’s usually a person who stands at the end of the bed and stares at you sleeping.” Sam explains and your eyes go wide, “Oh fuck.”

“He screams nightmare! Nightmare! Nightmare!” Colby adds, immediately causing laughter to erupt with his words.

“Are you serious?” You ask in between laughs, and Colby shakes his head as he shrugs, “I don’t think so.”

Sam shakes his head, “Room 202 is said to be one of the most haunted rooms in the entire hotel. A lot of people see a waiter, coming in and out with trays during the night.”

“Trays.. of what?” Colby asks as he furrows his brows and Sam stares at him with a blank expression, “Butter.”

Colby looks at him and you stifle back your laughter as Colby sighs, “okay.. the other legend about the room is that there’s a lady that appears at the foot of the bed, dressed in a Victorian outfit that will just watch you sleep.”

Sam cringes, “oh god.”

“We’re gonna be okay tonight.” You say in a higher pitched voice, “everything is going to be just.. fine.”

“It’s going to be okay.” Colby adds in and Sam shakes his head as his face changes to a scared expression, “It’s not going to be okay, actually. Not at all.”

You move down the hall to the door and you walk up with the key. Sam walk up with you and he leans in to point, “So you open the door over there but then you open the door..” he point to the knob in the center of the door, “From the middle.”

“Whoa, okay. That’s kinda weird, but I like it.” You laugh slightly as you lean in to put your ear up to the door as Sam uses the door knocker to knock.

He leans in, his eyes on yours as he does the same thing as you, “I hear laughing.” He whispers as he points behind him and you stand up laughing, “I think that’s a ghost behind us.”

“Yeah, definitely a ghost.” Colby whispers and you lean back into the door, “Hold on..” you blink and look around as you listen, “No I really do think I hear something. Listen to that.”

You stand up and Sam moves to press his ear to where yours was.

Colby puts the camera real close to Sam’s face and he hits the metal door knocker which causes him to jump back, “Whoa!” Sam laughs, “You know what, this is your room.”

“No, no. I’m good.” Colby argues back and you roll your eyes, “I’ll opened it.” You laugh as you walk up to the door and you open it, gasping as it opens, “Oh shit.”

You peak in, “Oh. It’s actually really nice.” You look back at Sam and Colby and Colby laughs, “Aww!”

They follow you in and Sam groans, “Colby, you got a dang suite, what the hell!?”

You stand at the end of the bed, “So, what? Hes just going to stand here and he’s going to be like, nightmare! Nightmare! Nightmare!”

Colby laughs, repeating nightmare a few times.

Sam laughs, walking up, “I don’t know about the nightmare part, but yeah.”

Colby walks over to the window, “Dude! It looks like a freaking horror movie outside!”

“No it does! It’s so insane!” You walk over and look out of the window, “You guys picked the absolute best time to do this.”

Sam looks at you, “is that.. sarcasm.. or?”

“Yeah.” You click your tongue and nod and he laughs, “Alright. Sweet.” He shakes his head and you smile at him and Colby walks over, “There’s like a mist out there, what the fuck.”

Sam opens the door to the balcony and you follow him out, “Look at this.” You grab the railing, “This is such a small railing, like..” you look over the edge, “You could easily just toss yourself over.”

Sam looks at you, “Don’t.. say that.” He laughs nervously, moving over to grip your waist and pulling you back, “Don’t give the ghosts any ideas, please.”

You laugh and step back, standing next to him and Colby points, “Look there’s the hot tub, if you can get through one of these little squares, you got it.”

“And what, land in two feet of water?” He tilts his head, pretending to die, “Bleck.”

“I’m gonna do it. For five bucks. I’ll do it.” You laugh as you walk over to look down at the hot tub, and Sam shakes his head, “No, no. There’s- let’s go back inside.”

He grabs your arm, all of you laughing as he leads you back in from the balcony.

He walks over to the door, “How do you..” he stop trying to open the door and gives you and Colby a defeated look, “I think we’re locked in.”

“Are you serious?” Colby asks, concern in his words and you break the tension by telling, “Nightmare! Nightmare! Nightmare!”

You all laugh and then Sam goes back to trying the door, “Oh thank fuck.” He pulls the door open and you all walk out.

Colby hands Sam the camera before talking, “So the Crescent Hotel, a building that’s literally been around since 1886. It was a hotel for a majority of the past but it was also a all women’s college..” he tilts his head, “..which is interesting, because there’s actually a story of a student who asked for a ouija board because she felt weird vibes here.”

“I get weird vibes but you ain’t seeing me ask for one of those. Uh huh, no way. No thank you.” You laugh slightly, looking around, “I don’t mess with them.”

“Yeah, no. I don’t think we’ll need one of them.” Sam laughs slightly as he hands the camera back to Colby, “So even before this main story we’re about to talk about, people were already thinking it’s haunted for a hundred years .”

“Just by looking at it, you can tell.” You add in and Sam nods, “no literally, as we were driving up I was like holy fuck, look at this place.” He shakes his head as he takes the camera back from Colby.

“And then.” Colby starts with a scoff, “It all went to shit, when a man named Norman Baker, a con man, in nineteen thirty seven, turned this place into a hospital.”

“Didn’t he trick hundreds of people with saying he could cure cancer or whatever?” You ask and Colby nods.

“Yeah, and then..” Sam starts, handing the camera off, “after the Great Depression, this town was hurting, pretty bad. But, Norman Baker came to town as one of the wealthiest people to hit the town, and he completely reinvented the place.”

“Which, I’m guessing that was good for the town and it made the townspeople overlook the fact that he had not the best intentions?” You tilt your head as you look at Sam and he smiles slightly, giving you a nod, “Right. He came in, named the hotel Baker Hotel.”

“After himself of course.” Colby scoffs with a laugh and Sam nods, “Right, like okay.” He laughs and continues, “it was also known for being the place that sick folks get well.”

Colby shakes his head, “That was a big ass lie.”

Sam and only finish up giving the backstory on the hotel, and you make your way down the hall, “Oh my god, every haunted hotel has a long corridor with a giant ass mirror at the end.”

“Yes!” Colby agrees, and you look at Sam, “It does! How crazy is that?”

“I feel like we’re back in the eighteen hundreds.” Sam laughs and you all walk up to the mirror. You bring your hand up, gently tapping on it as you listen.

“Do you hear something?” Sam asks and you look up with a laugh, “I hear something but I don’t know what it is.”

Colby points, “I think it’s this loud ass fan.”

“Oh.” Sam laughs, “Yeah that would be it.”

“Mirror selfie!” Colby says as he fixes his hair to stand in front of the mirror. Sam moves next to him, and you crouch down in between them, pulling up your phone to snap a picture, “Say Spooky haunted hotel!”

“Spooky haunted hotel!”

“Alright, now that we did our infamous hotel mirror photoshoot.” Sam laughs, “Let’s go to the elevator.”

You make your way down the hall and step onto the elevator, “Alright.” Sam says as Colby points the camera towards him, “You will see people come into this specific elevator, from the second floor, where we just were, and ride up and down the elevator with them and then when they leave the elevator..”

“The person actually isn’t there.” You press your lips together tight as Sam nods, “The person actually isn’t there.”

“Oh I just got goosebumps.” You run your hand up and down your arms, “Fuck.” You laugh nervously, “I’m so exited yet so scared for this.”

“There’s clear ass apparitions in this specific elevator.” Sam looks from you to Colby and back to you. You sigh, “Sam.” You shake your head, “You’re not helping.”

“What?” He laughs, “I’m just saying what we’re getting into.”

“I know.” You groan, “I know.”

“Yeah, I hate that.” Colby laughs, and you jump slightly when the elevator dings, “Fuck.”

“You are jumpy, holy shit.” Sam teases, “You sure you-“

“Yes. I want to do this.” You laugh as you walk past him and off the elevator, “Oh look. World famous, or.. almost world famous..”

“Almost world famous.” Colby laughs as he points the camera close to the arrow sign, “That’s funny, I like that they added that.”

As you make your way down the hall, Colby yells, “whoa, dude. Y/n. That fan is going to fall on your head.”

You look up, “That’s so unsafe looking. But I mean, if it does, then I’ll be a ghost here.” You tilt your head, “I’m kind of for that, though. I’m not going to lie.”

They laugh and you make your way down the hall to where Sam’s room is, “Is this where our room is?” Colby asks and Sam slowly turns around, “My room? You’re staying in 202 remember?”

“Oh you were serious?” Colby frowns and Sam laughs, “Um, yes. Why wouldn’t I be serious?” He pulls a key from his pocket, “My room is in a back fucking corner, what the hell?” He laughs nervously, “Whoa, what the hell is this?”

“It’s a secret passage way!” Colby points to the small door right next to Sam’s door, “Look at the scratch marks!”

“That’s really freaking creepy, the hell?” You run your fingers down the three scratches and Sam points to his door, “Why did this get destroyed so much? Was yours like that?” He looks at Colby and Colby’s furrows his brows, “I’m not staying in that room.”

“I will.” You raise your hand, “And I don’t think it was damaged like that.”

Sam stares at you, almost like he’s mentally trying to tell you no, you’re not staying in that room alone. You furrow your brows, “What?”

Sam shakes his head, “I gotta be honest, I don’t like the idea of you being in 202, like that..”

“I’ll be fine, Sam. I promise.” You give him a smile, but it fades when his face stays the same, “Seriously, Sam.”

“Y/n, I’m serious too when I mean I don’t like that idea. Like if something happens to you.. I will literally square up with a ghost.”

Colby laughs, “Oh I would love to see that.”

You laugh slightly, “If anything happens, I’ll come find you. You know that. If it gets to be too much, I know when to stop. I know my limit.”

“You always try to push that limit, y/n.” Sam tilts his head slightly, “I don’t want that happening, not here. Not in this place.”

“Fine.” You raise your hands in defense, “I won’t push my limit.”

He holds up his hand, “Pinky swear?” You nod, locking your pinky around his, “I swear.” He nods, “Kiss on it.”

You laugh slightly and nod, “Okay.” You kiss your hand, as Sam kisses his and then he steps forward, pecking you on the lips, “Locked in.”

You smile and nod, “Yes.”

“You guys are so cute it’s actually kind of disgusting.” Colby pretends to gag and Sam sighs, “Y/n just took that room for you, don’t be hating.”

“Righr right. Thank you. You guys are absolutely adorable.” Colby laughs and you sigh, “I’ll take it.” You laugh as Sam moves to unlock his door.

“You having issues?” Colby asks as he puts the camera back on Sam and you smirk, “Performance issues.”

Sam slowly looks back at you, mocking your laugh, “Ah ha, very funny. I’m under pressure, it’s hard.”

“It’s not hard.” Colby laughs, and you walk up, “Just push it.. the key right.” Sam turns the key and the door opens. He looks back at you as Colby laughs, “Ohh, there we go! You just had to teach him a little bit yeah?”

You smile, “I guess so.” Your smile fades as the door opens wider and you shake your head, “The vibe I’m getting from this room is just.. it’s so creepy.”

“Oh now don’t say that.” Sam laughs and walks in, you and Colby following him.

“Oh, guys. This is horrifying.” You cover your mouth with your fingers, “oh my god. No wonder it’s tucked away in its own little corner.”

“419 is the most important room, and another most haunted room. It’s know to be haunted by a woman named Theodora, so we’re not exactly sure who she actually was.”

“Yeah, she could have been, what? A patient here when this was a hospital, or she even could have been a nurse?” You look at Colby from looking around the room and he nods, “Yeah either one. She’s usually spotted outside the main door of this room, fumbling with her purse or looking for her keys.”

You raise your brows, “I mean, I think I’d rather take someone outside of the room rather than inside you know?” You laugh slightly and Sam raises his brows, “Is the option to take nothing at all there because I’ll go with that option.”

“Sadly.. no.” You shake your head as you laugh and Sam sighs, “goddamn it. But, on the bright side, Theodora is said to be a nice ghost. She’ll tidy up the room I guess, like when people come in here and throw off all their clothes and go take a shower or something, a lot of people report that everything is folded up nicely.”

“I mean, that sounds pretty nice actually. Like having your stuff folded and remade instead of misplaced or something.” You look at Colby and he nods, “That actually reminds me of the same story from the Stanley.”

“Yeah.” Sam nods, “The maid from 217. And a theory about Theodora, is her being a nurse, a head nurse, until she fell ill with cancer and then she ended up becoming a patient herself, here.”

“That would be freaky.” You nod, “Maybe she’s here because she feels sorry, you know?”

“Yeah, like some guilt about what the patients went through and then what she also ended up going through?” Colby nods, “I mean, I probably would.”

You move more into the room and Sam gasps, “Look at how creepy this looks!” He points to the chairs and you get a chill, “It is so cold in here.” You point, “Oh look at the door..” you walk over, “With no door knob.”

“Is that where Theodora sleeps?” Colby laughs and you nod, laughing with him, “Yeah something is just going to come out and get you guys while you’re sleeping.”

“Don’t- that’s not-“ Sam laughs as he runs his hand through his hair, “Why would they make this so much creepier than the other room?”

You gasp, “This door is nailed shut. That’s not a good sign. Um, good luck. I’m leaving.” You walk away and turn back around, “Actually, I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Yeah, uh huh that’s what I thought.” Sam laughs, “Stay here.”

“Yes sir.” You salute him and he rolls his eyes with a smirk, “Anyway. This room, is just- isn’t that one of his secret passages probably?”

“Maybe.” Colby nods, “it most definitely could be.”

“Oh my god.” You point to the wall over by the bed and walk over.

“Is that a picture of her?” Colby asks and you nod, “Yep. She’s going to watch you guys sleep tonight.”

“Ohh. Hey Sam.” Colby looks at Sam, “that means we’re sleeping in the same bed tonight.” He smirks and Sam gives him a seductive look before breaking into laughter, “Yeah, okay. So anyway. Theodora.” Sam walks up to the portrait.

“I can’t with this room.” You laugh slightly, “I’m so glad I chose to take 202.”

Colby laughs sarcastically and you laugh at him.

You point to a door and walk over to open it, “What’s this?” Colby walks over, “whoa, another secret passage thing.” He walks in and turns around, “Oh you have people carving in their names here.”

“That’s actually crazy.” You peak around the door and look, “Wow, okay. To each their own I guess.”

You walk into the bathroom, “Look at how small this tub is.” You step in and sit down, “Dude, look.” You sit there and wiggle your feet back and forth.

Sam walks over, peaking in before grabbing the curtain and pulling it closed, “Goodnight.”

“See ya!” Colby yells and follows Sam out of the room.

“Run, run” Sam laughs and you frantically get up, “No, no, please!”

Sam walks over and closes the door. He holds it closed as you get out of the bath and he opens it, “Alright, no I feel bad.” He laughs as he opens the door, “I’m sorry.”

You cover your face, “I saw my reflection in the mirror, I almost shit myself. I didn’t know there was a mirror on the door.”

“Aww.” Sam walks over and wraps his arms around you, “It’s okay.” He laughs and you shake your head as you laugh, “Oh my god. I’m just going to jump out of this window.”

“No, no.” Sam holds onto you and pushes you towards the door, “No ghost life for you, please.”

“Fine.” You groan with a smirk.

Soon enough, you make your way down to meet with hotel tour guide, Eddie.

“Do you believe it is actually the most haunted hotel?” Sam asks and Eddie nods, “I do.”

“Really? Why?” Sam questions and Eddie sighs, “I have experience so many things in here, it is not even funny.”

Sam asks him about his scariest experience here and he answers, “Being locked down in the morgue.” Your eyes go wide, “locked.. in the morgue? Oh Jesus Christ.”

“Yeah, almost locked down in the morgue, twice.” Eddie says and you stand there with your jaw dropped, “Oh my god.”

Eddie goes on to talk about how there’s body parts in jars that they have in a class case basically right off to the side. Then the falling woman, who basically got pushed off the balcony after finding out she was pregnant, which you might be able to see between ten thirty and eleven.

Eddie moves you guys inside to talk about the most active spirit.

“Michael, of course.” Eddie says, “He is who we consider a very, very active and intelligent spirit, especially with our ladies.”

Sam looks at you, “Heeeeey, just as I said.” He says in a sing-song tone, “I will square up with a spirit.”

Colby laughs and you shake your head with a laugh, “I’m exited.”

“Now.” Eddie looks at you, “Keep in mind, you might just feel a caress on your cheek, patting of your hair, or even maybe a little tickle on the sides.”

“Oh I hate being tickled.” You point, “Michael, you tickle me and I’ll square up with you myself.”

Sam and Colby laugh and look back to Eddie as he continues, “Michael is actually considered our original spirit.”

“Like the first one ever?” Colby asks and Eddie nods, “Yes, he actually died in the making of this hotel. And the beam he fell and died on, is now a part of 218. He also doesn’t like men being around the ladies, he kind of sees it as a challenge.”

“A competition?” Colby asks as he looks to Sam and then to you, “Uh oh.”

Sam cocks his jaw and looks down, “Oh. Boy.”

You smirk and shake your head, “It’ll be fine, it’ll be fine.”

“So, I have to ask you something.” You look at Eddie, “I’ve heard stories about a particular spirit opening locked doors.. is that Michael?”

Eddie nods, “That would be Michael. He’s known to unlock locked doors and push them open.”

“Whoaaa okay. Thats a little thing we like to call, invasion of privacy but I guess-“ he laughs and Sam shrugs, “When you’re staying in a hotel run by ghosts, I don’t think that matters.”

You decided to take a break to go out and watch for the falling woman but that’s when things started to pick up.

As you’re walking down the steps, you stop, “Sam.” He looks back at you, “What’s up?” You look behind you, “There was someone coming down the stairs behind us.”

“I thought it was Colby, but-“ you motion to Colby and Sam pans the camera to him, “Were all in front of you.”

“Out of the corner of my eye, I swear, like certain Colby was behind me.” You shake your head, “I went to turn and there was nothing and then I looked down and Colby in front of you.” You look at Sam and his eyes go wide, “What the fuuuuck.”

“Did you hear it to, like the steps?” Colby asks as he points to the stairs behind you and you nod, “Yeah, like that’s partially why I thought-“ you stop, laying your hand on your chest, “Feel my-“ you walk to Sam, “Feel my heart.”

He lays his hand on your chest, “Ohh, my god.” He looks at Colby, “Her heart is like beating super fucking fast.”

He raises his brows, “What the fuck.”

“And guys, we were just about to start the investigation. We got all of our equipment, like-“ you cut Sam off, “We’re literally being followed now.”

“We were just talking about communicating and then that happens.” Colby shakes his head, “Fucking crazy.”

You make your way outside and position yourselves so you can see the third floor balcony, hoping to catch the ghost of the woman who fell.

“Wait.” You point, “Did either of you guys turn a light on in my room?”

“No, I don’t remember anyone even touching any switches or anything.” Sam shakes his head, “Did you?” He looks at Colby and Colby shakes his head, “No?”

“Wait, what the heck is going on right now?” Sam asks and you shrug, “That’s 202. That’s the first room we went in and it was daylight out.”

“No one went back to that room since we were in it.” Colby adds, “Fucking crazy work, dude.”

“Cool. Cool.” You laugh nervously, “Fuck.”

“We can look back at the footage, maybe we’re just stupid.” Colby laughs and you nod, “Yeah, I’m going to hope that we’re all just stupid right now, because now.. I’m. Scared.”

“Spooky.” Sam says in a higher pitched tone and you laugh, mocking him, “spooky.”

As you’re looking up at the window, you gasp, “Oh my-“ you take a step back and wrap your arms around yourself as your eyes are still on your window.

Sam turns towards you instantly, “What? What happened?”

“Sorry, sorry. Im sorry.” You look away and Colby steps towards you, “No you’re good, what’d you see?”

“What the fuck just happened, y/n?” Sam hands Colby the camera and moves to, “Y/n.”

“No, no. Because I don’t want to believe what I just-“ you stop, shaking your head as you turn away. Sam rests his hand on your back, “What happened?”

Colby turns the camera light on and you sigh, “No, I just- sorry.” You block your face with your hand as your emotions rush forward, causing you to tear up, “I don’t know why this is happening.”

“Hey, hey.” Sam pulls you into him, “You’re good, okay. Don’t apologize.”

“That was fucking insane.” You look back up to the window, “Oh my god, literally..” you point, “Somebody standing in the window of my room.”

Sam and Colby look up and Sam looks back to you, “Holy shit, okay. If this is effecting you this bad, you don’t-“

“No, it’s fine. That just really caught me off guard.” You laugh, “Oh my god. I have goosebumps.” You lean into Sam’s body as he hugs you tighter, “It’s okay. You’re good.”

“That’s fucking crazy.” Colby shakes his head, “Are you- are you good to go back inside? Like do you need to take a few minutes?”

“No, I’m fine.” You laugh, “I just don’t know why I reacted that way? I’ve seen stuff like that before, I just- I’m sorry.” You laugh some more and shake your head, “Jesus Christ.”

“Do you want to sleep in our room?” Colby offers and you point to him with a laugh, “No fuck your room.”

Colby raises his brows and looks away, “Sorry I-i just, I just thought I’d offer.” He laughs and you shake your head, letting out a sigh, “Fucking hell.”

“What if it’s Michael?” Colby asks and you groan, “Oh fuck, that is his floor. Ohhh no. What if he’s waiting in the room?”

“Michael.” Sam points to the window, “You better let her alone, or I swear to god.”

“You tell him Sam.” Colby punches the air, “put him in his place.”

You laugh and Sam shakes his head, “I just-“

“We know.” Colby nods, “We can put the camera in 202. Just keep it running.” Sam nods, “Yeah because if there’s another noise, you’re not sleeping there.”

You nod, “Yeah, I’ll sleep in between you guys, I’ll be the one to push you both out of bed.” You laugh and Colby cracks up, “I mean, it would be less scary if I had your feet in my back kicking me out of bed.”

Sam laughs, “Well get to the bottom of everything, hopefully.”

Over the next few minutes, Sam keep checking on you. Asking you if you’re good and what not, Colby doing the same.

“Maybe they knew we were coming out here, like they know since that’s my room for the night, they’re kind of curious?” You sigh, “I don’t know.”

“Yeah, like nothing here is evil, so that’s a plus, maybe they’re just a group of nosey spirits.” Sam laughs slightly, “But you’re sure you good? You like instantly started crying.”

“no, yeah. I’m good. That was just..” you blow our air, “Crazy.”

You make your way back into the hotel, specifically second floor, room 202 - your room.

“I have an idea.” You say as you walk up with them to the door, “I’ll go in first, maybe?” Sam shakes his head, “You don’t have to if-“

You cut him off, “No I have to.” You laugh, “I feel like I have to.” You walk up to the door and put the key in the lock, “oh god, okay. I’m so scared.”

“We can give you like a minute and then we’ll come on after?” Sam says, and you nod, “Okay.”

You jump at the lock turning and you lean back, “What the fuck was that?”

“What this?” Colby asks, and you look back at the door, “No, my fucking key just moved!”

Everyone starts talking over each other and you shake your head, “No I didn’t touch it.” Sam gasps, “I thought you touched that?”

You shake your head, looking back down at the key, “No I didn’t-“ you take a deep breath, your voice breaking as you try not to cry, “What the fuck just happened?”

“You didn’t see it?” You look at Sam, he shakes his head, “No but I heard the turning of it, I thought you did it.”

“No.” You motion to the door, “I didnt-“

“are you okay?” Sam reaches out, “You don’t have to, if this is too much we can all go in together, holy shit you do not have to.”

“No, it’s fine.” You laugh slightly, gasping as the door opens, “Fuck, okay. It’s fine. Bye.” You laugh as you walk into the room, grabbing the other camera from Colby before closing the door.

You have the camera facing you as you just stand there for a second, your eyes scanning the area. You walk forward, looking around as you speak to the camera, “So I don’t remember putting this lamp on.”

You point to the lamp, then laying your hand on your chest, “But when I saw, whatever the heck I saw.. it was standing about here.”

You shake your head, “It was probably standing at about six two, six three at the most.” You sigh, “Fuck, okay.” You continue to scan the room, moving around to see if anything happens.

“I’m sweating so bad right now.” You laugh slightly, looking around, “Let’s go into the bathroom, see if anything is- no, I’m not even going to say that.”

You walk over to the bathroom, checking it out, and you don’t see anything, “Oh god, my heart is about to beat out of my chest.”

You walk back out and you jump at the door opening, “Are you good?” Sam asks as he walks in first. You nod, “Yeah, I’m good.”

“You okay?” He asks as he walks up to you and you nod, “Everything’s good.”

“Did you see anything weird?” He asks and you shake your head, “Literally nothing.”

You proceed to explain where and how you saw what you saw in the window, and Colby clears his throat, “You weren’t, like talking to someone in here, were you? Because we swore we heard like .. two voices.”

“I mean, I was talking to myself, to the camera, like in a whisper.” You look between Sam and Colby and Sam raises his brows, “I put my ear up to the door and it sounded like there was another person in here, did you hear another voice?”

“What? No, I didn’t hear anything.” You shake your head, “Trust me, if I heard anything but myself I’d be out.”

“That was literally the longest few minutes of my life.” Sam sighs, “Holy shit that’s intense.”

“We literally just started this damn investigation. Holy fuck.” Colby laughs as he checks his phone, “Literally not even an hour ago.”

“They did say this is the most haunted hotel.” Sam shrugs, “We’re getting what we came here for, that’s for sure.”

You walk over to the lamp, “You guys are sure you didn’t turn this lamp on?” You switch it off, “Oh, hold on. How do you- it’s not working now.” You look up at Sam and Colby, “It won’t turn on.” “

“No way it’s broken after that.” Sam shakes his head, “That’s absolutely-“ you get the light back on, “Oh okay.” You move away from it, “I’m done with the lamp.”

“Let’s just set the camera down here.” Sam walk over to the dresser and motions to the lamp, “That way we can catch to see if that goes off and on or whatever. We’ll also get most of the room right here.”

“Before we start investigating, check this out.” Colby motions for Sam to follow him. You walk out with Sam to the balcony and it looks, still, like straight out from a horror movie.

“We’re in a cloud.” Colby points, “Look at that.”

“And you know what’s even more scarier than that?” Sam asks and you sigh, “if you say the morgue I’m going to cry.”

“Please don’t cry when I say the word.” Sam looks at you sympathetically and you sigh, “I’ll do my best.”

Sam sighs, “The morgue.”

You laugh slightly to cover up your fear, “Fuck, let’s just get it over with.” You make your way to the door with Colby as Sam sets up the camera in the room.

“You sure you’re good?” He asks and you nod, “Yeah.”

“I’ve never seen you like this before, it worries both of us.” Colby tilts his head, “If you’re not, you tell us.”

“I will, Colby. I promised.” You give him a smile and glance back at Sam as he walks out and pulls the door closed.

“Hey.” Sam glances back, “This key, is like.. stuck. Very stuck in this door.” You and Colby walk over and Sam wiggles it a few times before finally getting it out, “Holy shit.”

“Alright. Let’s go.” You shake your head, “I don’t like this floor. I don’t think I’ll like where we’re going anymore, but I need off of this fucking floor.”

“Alright, alright.” Sam lays his hand on your back as you walk next to him, “I got you, we’re going.”

“Why don’t we go to the crystal dining room first? We can do the spirit box there?” Colby suggests as you get on the elevator, and Sam nods, “Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

Sam steps in front of you, his hands on your arms, “Hey, off camera really quick, are you good?” You look up at him, “Yeah, I’m good.” You nod, “I can do this.”

“Are you sure?” He raises his brows and you rest your hand on his cheek, “I promise. I’m still good.”

He nods, “Okay.”

The elevator doors open and you walk off, making your way to the dining room to meet Eddie again. Sam looks around, “What is that?”

“Is that coming from your backpack?” Colby asks as he points and Sam bends down, pulling out the spirit box, “Did I not just turn this off?”

“I just watched you turn that off.” Colby nods and Sam looks at you, “It’s cold, the blue means it’s cold. This hasn’t happened since the conjuring house.”

“That’s so weird, I mean, I got a chill when we walked down here, but I just thought it was because we were in a more open space, you know?” You look around, “That’s.. so weird.”

Sam shrugs, “This place is just filled with activity.”

You walk into the dining room and you look around, “This looks like a place where dances would be held or something.”

“Whoa.” Sam points to you, “it’s funny you say that, dancing is like a main trigger here.”

You raise your brows, “Oh, alright then.”

As Eddie is explaining, you furrow your brows, “What. Was. That?” You look at them, and Colby shrugs, “No idea.”

“So there’s two dancers.” Sam starts out, “Irene and Vernon Castle, both very, very, very, famous and they spent most of their high and social life here at this hotel, so it’s said, that if you dance to a specific ballroom song, you can see their apparitions.”

“Would anybody like to dance?” Colby chuckles and Sam moves to join Colby for said dance. You laugh quietly, watching them half jokingly sway back and forth, “Aww!”

“Oh wait!” Sam points to the light up cat balls as they go off, “Did we do that?”

“I think we did do that.” Colby laughs. Sam shows them to the camera and you stomp next to it to make them light up as he explains their purpose.

“We also have the REM pod, so if you get close to it.” Sam puts his hand close, “It’ll buzz. Especially when it touches it!” He points as it, “Imagine if it just went odd- oh my god!” He whips around as the cat ball lights up and you gasp, “Was that you Colby?”

“No I’ve been right here!” Colby points to the floor, “I don’t think it was Sam either.”

The REM pod goes off and you all start yelling, “Oh.. my god!”

“What the fuck!?”

You accidently make the other cat ball go off, causing you to jump and Sam yells, “Oh that’s just you. That’s okay!”

“Sorry!” You move away from it and Colby sighs, “Fuck you guys. Let’s dance!”

The light jazz music starts placing and he starts be bopping back and forth, “Can you guys dance to this?”

“No, give me the phone.” You laugh as you take Colby’s phone, searching up a different song, “Okay. Here we go.” You hang Colby his phone back and Sam sets the camera down, coming over to you, “Care for a dance m’lady.”

You laugh, taking his hand and he spins you around. You both aren’t serious about it, smiling and laughing as you both move back and forth. He moves over to dance with Colby and the rem pod goes off, causing Colby to yell, “Oh! The REM pod!”

“Colby grabs the camera and goes over, “Why isn’t it goes off? Did not you say it could be like a janky thing?”

Sam nods, “Yeah, it could just be a-“

You cut him off, “The cat ball!”

They both yell and back away a few steps, “Now we’re not over there.” Colby turns to face you and Sam, “Keep dancing!”

You and Sam take hands and move forward and back from each other, taking turns spinning one another as you try to stifle back both of your laughter.

Colby sets the camera down and takes Sam. You look at the REM pod and cat ball which are lighting up constantly, “Whoa it’s going off constantly!”

“See I said about the pod being janky, but that ball was like fifteen feet away from us!” Sam points as Colby shows him to the camera.

The cat ball goes off again and Sam jumps up, moving back to stand next to you, “Have either of you seen- that one has always had problems!”

It continues to go off and as Sam is standing next to you, you jump away and look down, “Did you just grab my side?” You look at Sam and he shake his head, “No, I had my hands down here- did something touch you?”

“Yeah, yeah, it felt like- here.” You place your hand on Sam’s side and gently squeeze, “Nothing hard or anything, just a gentle-“ you do it again, “Boop.”

“I think Michael has found you.” Colby laughs and you shake your head, “No thank you.”

“You heard her, Michael if that was you, go away, please.” Sam looks around and moves closer to you, “Whoa!” He points to the little up cat ball, “Dude.”

“You know when we came in the air was like.. I don’t know, still?” You shrug, “But now it’s like a breeze? It’s like flowing as if people are continuously moving.”

“Yes! I thought the same!” Colby nods.

“Okay, so that hasn’t gone off in a little, like it went off five times and now nothing? So maybe our freaking out scared them off?” Sam looks at you and Colby, and Colby nods, “Time to move on?”

“Time to move on.” Sam nods, “Let’s go get locked in the morgue.”

“Now.. sam.” You groan, “Don’t say that! You just probably jinxed our asses.”

“Oops.” Sam looks around, “I didn’t- let’s not, get locked in the morgue.” He gives and thumbs up and you shake your head, “Better, I guess.”

You gather the equipment and make your way to the morgue.

“It just got so much creepier.” Sam says as you walk down the stone walled corridor. You walk into a room lit with purple lighting and you sigh, “Oh this is super terrifying.”

You point, “Oh is that.. that isn’t what I think it is.. is it?” You look from Eddie to Sam, “Is that the tissue?”

“Some of them, some of it’s just just the medicine, some of it we don’t even know.” Eddie nods and Colby walks up, “So this could be the formula five?”

Eddie point to a few bottles that are the same size, “We believe this is, yes.”

You look around for a quickly minute and then you leave the room, heading to look at what they call, the meat locker.

“Oh this smells terrible, like rancid .” You scrunch your nose up, “You guys don’t smell that?”

Sam sniffs, “No I can’t smell anything.”

“There’s no way you guys can’t.” You laugh in disbelief, moving to leave the room, “No way you can’t smell that. It’s bad, dude.”

“I smell , like apples?” Colby laughs and you shake your head, “Oh I gotta get out of here. It’s so gross, I feel.. sick now.”

You walk out, as as you’re walking away, you hear Sam talk to Colby, “Here, take this. I’m gonna go check on her.”

You stop, turning around to see Sam walking up to you, “Do you need to go up and outside for a sec? I can go with you.”

You shake your head, “No I’m fine now, like almost immediately after I walked out I felt fine.” You look at him, “You really didn’t smell that? Like you’re being serious?”

He nods, “Yeah, I didn’t smell anything.”

“That’s so.. weird, oh my god.” You laugh, “This place is nuts.”

Colby walks up, “You good? You guys good?”

“Yeah.” You nod, “Good.”

You walk back over with them, listening to Eddie tell his stories about how he was almost locked down here. You just kept feeling like it wasn’t just the four of you down there.

“One of us needs to go in there, just for a minute with the door shut.” Colby looks around you put your finger on your nose, Sam following, and Colby groans, “Oh fuck you guys, you guys suck.”

Colby sighs as Sam and you laugh, “I’m not going into that rancid locker. Hell no.” You shake your head and Sam nods, “Yeah, I’m not making her go in there, and I don’t want to, so.. it’s on you buddy.” He pats Colby’s shoulder, “Here’s your camera, good luck.”

Colby whines as he takes the camera, “Fine. I’ll do it.” He walks in to the room and Sam slowly closes the door, whipping his head towards you as the door makes an eerie creeping sound as it closes, “That’s the creepiest fucking door I’ve ever heard.”

“yeah, that’s awful.” You peak in and smile at Colby, “Ask some good questions.”

Colby silently mocks you as he flicks you off and you laugh as you step back. You, Sam, stand there as you wait for Colby.

You slowly turn around, “I swear to god I just seen something in the corner of my eye, like right back by that door.”

Sam looks back and then looks back to the door as Colby’s voice sounds from the other side, “Did you guys just knock on the door?”

“No.” Sam answers, “Y/n said she say something over by where we came in at, are you good?”

“yeah.” Colby answers, “I just got this weird feelings all of a sudden.”

“I just got dizzy, like it was only for a quick second but I felt like I was going to fall over for a second.” You lay your hand on your forehead and Sam moves over next to you, “Are you okay now? You don’t think you’ll pass out or anything do you?”

“what’s going on?” Colby asks and Sam leans forward to open the door, “She just got dizzy.”

“I feel like I need to go in there.” You shake your head, instantly looking at Sam, “I can’t explain it, like I feel like I need to, just for a second.” “y/n, I don’t-“

“Sam. I’ll be good. Just one minute. You can time me.”

“Okay.” He nods, motioning for Colby to give you the camera, “One minute.” He pulls his phone out, “I’m starting it as soon as the door shuts.”

You take the camera and walk in, using your sleeve to cover your nose as you turn around to watch Colby close the door.

You give it a few seconds, “If someone is in here. Please make a sound.” A few seconds after you go quiet, there’s a scraping sound, “Fuck, okay. Can you do-“

The sound happens again and you move to the door, “Okay, okay.” You push the door open, “I asked if there was anything in here, and there was this scraping, kind of like a plastic sheet dragging off of a couch sound.”

“Do you feel alright? Dizzy, or anything?” Sam asks and you shake your head, “No, but there’s definitely something in there.”

You look back at the room, “It happened twice.”

“I heard two knocks.” Colby nods, “So I agree that there is something in that meat locker. Should we, maybe, all of us go in? Turn all the lights off?” He looks at you, “If you’re up for it?”

You nod, “Yeah. I think that would be a good idea.”

“Okay.” Sam flips off the light to the room and walks in, you behind him with your nose covered, then Colby, who pulls the door shut.

“Ready?” Sam asks and you and Colby nod. Sam sighs, “Alright, three, two, one.”

Sam turns the camera light off, leaving the three of you in the now pitch black room. Almost instantly, the scraping sound happens and you whisper, “That’s what I heard.”

You quietly gag as the smell penetrates through your sleeve, “Fuck.”

“it’s getting too bad for her, let’s get out of here.” Sam nods and pushes the door open, “C’mon.”

You walk out and Sam stares at you for a second, “Good?”

“Good.” You nod, “I’m good.”

“Do you feel like they’re targeting you in any way?” He glances from you to Colby then back to you and you sigh, “I wouldn’t say targeting specifically, like the side grab wasn’t hard or anything and the smell, I don’t- I can’t even explain that.”

“Do you want to do the Planchette thing?” Sam asks and you nod, “Yeah, you’ve had good success with that.”

He nods and gets it out of his backpack to explain it to the camera as Colby holds it.

As you sit down on the ground, and Sam is explaining how to use it, you stare past him and Colby looks, “What is that?”

“he’s just really looking at us.” You point and Sam looks, “Oh him.” He laughs, “Our guide is just standing there watching.”

You and the other two move to put your two fingers on the object that’s on top of a piece of paper.

Sam takes a deep breath, “If there’s anything down here, that wants to show themselves or talk to us, feel free to use our energy ti push this pencil back and forth.”

After a few minutes, Sam looks up and Colby looks over, whispering quietly, “What was that?” He looks over at you and you shake your head, mumbling with a laugh, “I don’t like this.” “Hold on, the paper keeps slipping.” Colby fixes it, “Okay, there we go.”

After a few minutes, and the object moves and Colby looks at Sam. You hang you head down, laughing at the thought of this, “Oh this is crazy.”

“what the fuck?” San laughs nervously, “It’s moving for sure.”

“I’m like staring at our hands and it doesn’t look like anyone is pushing it, that’s the crazy thing to me.” Colby laughs slightly, “I know this doesn’t take much to push, but still, you know?”

“I promise I’m not pushing it. I’m too scared to do anything other than sit as still as I can.” You keep your head down, taking slow breathes as it continues to move.

Another few minutes goes by and Sam picks up the paper, “That looks like an S, or a two,”

Eddie walks over, “How about you come with me?”

“where the fuck did you come from? I thought you left.” You lay your hand on your chest and Colby laughs as Sam walks over to the guide.

“oh, no, no oh my god. Oh my fucking god.” Sam freaks out and you and Colby rush in to see him pointing to the cabinet in the room with all of the jars.

Colby starts freaking out.

You lean around Colby and your jaw drops, “There’s no fucking way.” You put your hands up and turn around, walking out.

“There’s literally no fucking way, no fucking way.” Sam says, “That is fucking almost identical, what the fuck!?”

Him and Colby freak out over it for a little bit longer while you stand out there trying to wrap your mind around what is happening right now.

“I’m actually shaking.” Sam holds his hand out and you step back in, “That’s fucking crazy.”

“That is fucking crazy.” Sam nods, “Holy fuck.”

“I swear to god I didn’t move it, I had no idea what it was going to be. I didn’t even bother looking at it the whole time we were doing that.” You put your hands on top of your head as you back out of the room, “Oh my god.”

“On ghost hunters, they caught the two glowing red, so I’d say that two is significant.” Eddie nods and Sam points to you, “You saw something a little bit ago when Colby came in here.”

You nod, “Yeah, but why that locker? What’s in it?”

“It’s just more of this.” Eddie motions to the full jars on the wall behind him.

“no, when we bought this, I truly did not believe in it worth shit. This is the third time we’ve done it, and every time it worked.” Sam explains excitedly, “Fucking crazy dude.”

For a moment there, you thought the ghost in the window was the worst thing of the night, the. It switched to the number two on the locker, but to your surprise, things kept getting worse.

After finishing up in the morgue, you all headed back up to your room, room number 202.

“I’m going to start recording now, and we’ll go check on your room to see if anything changed.” Sam looks back at you and you nod, “Okay.”

You walk up to the door, unlocking it and pushing it open before walking in. You scan over the room, immediately going to the bathroom as Sam and Colby check the camera.

You stand there, your jaw slack in shock as you turn to gave the door.

“What’s wrong?” Sam walks over to you as you come out of the bathroom, “Y/n.” You walk to the bed, “I made a mental note..” you turn to walk back into the bathroom, “That this towel, was draped over the side of the bathtub like this..” you move the towel from the against the wall, back to where you said it was.

“I made the mental note, just so I could know for sure, but I wonder if maybe when I was in here recording myself maybe I got it on camera?” You point, “Because that is fucking weird.”

“let’s check it out.” Sam nods, handing Colby the camera so he can grab the one you used earlier. You go and sit with Sam on the small couch, leaning over as he goes back to the footage of it just being you.

“Okay, so here you are, going into the bathroom.. and..” he looks at you, “It’s not against the wall, it’s not in the corner, you can see it right there!”

Your one hand flings up to cover your mouth, while you grab Sam’s arm with the other, “Oh my god!”

“It’s draped over the side like she said it was!” Sam looks up at Colby and then to you. Colby walks over,“Like actually? Let me see!”

Sam shows Colby the video and Colby’s jaw falls open, “Holy fuck. We do this shit all the time and somehow I still can’t believe we catch this shit.”

Sam nods, setting the camera down to lay his hand on yours, “No literally, like all the damn time.” He looks over at you, “Are you good?”

“y-no., that’s fucking insane, like that just proves that there’s something in this fucking room.” You stand up and slowly walk away to pace.

Sam stands up, watching your pace back and forth over the floor.

“so..” Colby turns his phone light on, “I have.. another scary thing to say.”

You look up at him, “Oh, that’s just fucking great. What?”

Colby walks over to the window and shines his light, “Tell me this doesn’t look like lips a nose and a chin on the window.”

Your hands fly to your mouth, “Oh my god, it is. It fucking is.”

Sam wraps his arm around your waist and covers his mouth, “that looks like something was presses against it looking in.”

“we’re on the second fucking floor!” Your voice goes a bit higher with fear, “There’s no fucking way, no fucking way. No. No.” You point your finger, “No.”

“it’s non stop.” Sam shakes his head and Colby sighs, “The most haunted hotel in America.”

You keep looking from the window back to the bathroom. You were in, what felt like shock, “there’s no way this is happening. Like I know it is, but I just-“ you shake your head, “Oh my god.”

“We have one final investigation, y/n. It’s up to you on whether or not you want to continue.” Sam looks at you and you take a deep breath, holding it in for a moment before breathing out, “Let’s just do it.”

“You’re sure?” He raises his brows, and you nod, “Yeah, this is too crazy not to finish. I’m fine.”

“okay.” He looks at Colby and Colby nods, “Let’s do this.”

You guys sit down for a second, just to recollect everything. Colby films Sam as he talks about the next, and last investigation of the night, “So it’s getting late, it’s currently..” He looks at his phone, “One fourteen in the morning, and we’re thinking we’re just going to do our final investigation in 419, the most haunted room, and just try to talk to everything at once.”

You look around as Sam continues, “We’re going to invite any spirit that is here, anything that’s been showing themselves to us throughout the entire night, to whatever moved the goddang towel.” He laughs slightly, “If you want to come up with us, you’re welcome to follow us just to, our next room.”

“you ready?” Colby looks at you and you nod, “Yep. Let’s do it.”

You head down to 419, and you and Colby make your way into the room while Sam goes to the bathroom.

“Before Sam gets back, are you really okay?” Colby looks over at you as he sets the camera down, “It’s totally okay if you’re not.”

You take a deep breath, “To be honest Colby, if I was with anyone else, I probably would have been at my limit already. I mean, this isn’t a bad hotel, like Sam said before, there isn’t any bad spirits here, it’s just the stuff that’s actually happening. The face print, to the towel moving, like it’s all just mentally.. confusing? You know what I mean?”

He nods, “I know what you mean. Doing this has taken a lot out of us some times. I’m just glad that you feel safe enough with us to keep doing this. You know damn well Sam would try to fight a ghost for you.”

You smile, laughing as you nod your head, “I don’t know how far he’d get with that, but I know Michael is living for it.”

Colby laughs and nods, turning his head as you hear knocking on the door, “That has to be Sam.”

“Or Theodora coming to fold some towels.” You give yourself the chills, “I hope it’s Sam.” You walk over with Colby, watching as the door opens and you immediately start laughing, “Oh my god.”

“Are you ready to summon Norman Baker!?” Sam comes in and dances around the room.

“You said you were going to the bathroom!” Colby laughs, recording Sam as he continues dancing, “What the shit?”

“I’m gonna summon Norman fuckin’ Baker in my purple sweatsuit.”

“where.. the hell did you even acquire something like this, Sam? Where did you have this stashed?” You look him up and down and laugh, “Oh my god.”

“I just wanted to be like Norman Baker.” He pulls the mask down from his mouth, “His favorite color is purple.”

You shake your head and walk over to sit down in one of the chairs, Sam follows and sits next to you, taking off the purple ski mask fully.

“You look like a nurse!” Colby says as he walks over, and Sam gasps, “Ohhh!”

You nod, “Yeah, he does.”

“Theodora is a nurse.” Sam looks over at you, “Like the head nurse.” You nod, “Sam, you nailed it with this one.” You laugh, “I can’t believe you’re wearing a rom- sorry, Momper.” You glance at the camera, “A man romper, but you look good in purple.”

“thank you. Thank you.” He smirks, “So anyway. This is one of our favorite methods of communication, they’re just.. regular flashlights.”

“yeah, yeah, I was with you guys at the, fuck, what’s it called.. the um, the fort something.. I can’t remember.” Colby snaps, finishing what you’re trying to say, “Yeah, yeah, Fort Henry.”

“that’s it.” You nod, “That was mind blowing, to say the least.”

“So you’ve seen how well this works, and then we have this device, called the Ovilus, it generates words based on frequencies. It also has a dictionary, so whatever comes here can speak back to us.” Sam smiles, “This shit is crazy.”

He looks around, “So we are here in Theodora’s room and I am wearing purple for Norman Baker.”

“it’s blue.” Colby whispers, and Sam looks up at him, “What?”

Colby speaks up, laughing slightly, “It’s blue.” Sam sighs and shakes his head, “If this color..” he points to himself, “Is blue, can you go up and tap the blue flashlight?” He turns around, “just go up, hit it, and it’ll turn on.”

Sam turns back around, and gives it a few seconds. You sit there quietly, looking at the device in his hand.

Sam points to Colby, whispering harshly, “I told you.” He flicks him off and Colby pans the camera to you.

You shrug and laugh quietly, “Leave me out of this.”

Colby turns the camera around to himself and he whispers as he flicks you and Sam off, “Fuck you, fuck you guys!”

“okay, but seriously.” Sam stops just as the red flashlight on the table turns on.

“oh my god.” You bring your hands to your face, “Oh my god.”

Colby points, “Theodora, if you’re with us, can you turn this off right here.” After a few seconds of it staying on, Colby turns the camera back to you and Sam, “Could it be Norman?”

“oh my god.” Sam shakes his head, “If your name is Norman Baker, if you recognize the name, can you turn off that red flashlight.”

Sam wasn’t even done speaking and the light went off. He stands up as you all gasp and yell, “Oh my god!”

Colby stands up, pointing behind you, “That one turned on! That one turned on!”

“it went off almost instantly.” You look behind you as Colby asks a question, “Do you not like talking about Norman Baker? Can you let us know if you want us to change the subject?”

You the a deep breath, “Did Michael follow us up here?”

“oh shit.” Colby whispers, “Maybe he did.” Sam yells and points behind you as the blue flashlight on the mantle turns on, “Ooooh!”

You gasp and pull your hood on your sweatshirt over and around your face as you let out a whine, “Noooo!”

You feel Sam’s hand lay on your shoulder and you look up, glancing back at the flashlight, “I don’t like it, I don’t like it, Michael. No.”

“let’s test it.” Sam nods, “If your name is Michael, can you turn off that blue flashlight on three?”

“one.”

“two.”

the flashlight goes off and you whip around, covering your face, “Noooo!” You stand up, shaking your head as you walk further away from the flashlight, “Oh my god. I cannot.”

“that was even on three.” Colby laughs, and Sam stands up, stepping closer to you as you speak, “Michael, I don’t know what you want, I can’t give you what you want.” You shake your head and walk back over to sit down in the chair.

Sam sits down next to you, “Ask another.”

“Michael.” You sigh, “If you want to talk to me, can you give me a sign of some sort? Touch the flashlights, or tell me on the device in my hand.”

Sam points to your hand, “If you speak right into this device, we can hear ya.”

“wait.” Colby stands up, “Is the ac on?”

“what?” Sam asks and Colby points, “Didn’t we turn that off?”

“it’s off.” You nod, and Sam agrees, “we turned it off.”

“I just felt like a cold breeze go this way.” Colby points, “Like on the back of my neck.”

Sam takes the device from your hand, “can you give us a hint as to who you are? We’d love to hear your story and speak to you directly.”

he pauses for a brief moment, “Occupation, or your name.” you gasp and point to the blue flashlight, “That just turned on.”

Sam keeps his eyes on the light, “Did you work here at the hotel? If so, can you turn that flashlight off?” the flash light goes off and Colby gasps slightly, “Ooh, okay. Um, Michael worked here, right? Wasn’t he a construction person?”

you and Sam both nod, “Yeah.”

“Maybe it’s time for that system, so we can get more clear answers.” Colby suggests and sam nods, holding up the device in his hand as Colby explains it, “So we have a piece of ghost equipment called the spirit box, if you come up and talk to it we can hear exactly what you’re saying through radio frequencies. If you’d like to use that give us an obvious si-“

“on, on on.” You point to the flashlight, “That’s on.”

“literally right as I said it, too!” Colby backs up, “Shit, okay. Since the spirit box wasn’t working, why don’t we take it up a notch and do the Estes method?”

“let’s do it.” Sam nods and you stand up, “I love this method.”

you move to the end of the bed, sitting next to Colby as he explains how it works for the camera.

“If anything goes weird, we’ll pull you out.” Sam assures and you nod as you get the blindfold ready, “I appreciate it.” You smile as you tie the blindfold around your head to cover your eyes and you put on the headphones that are producing a noise cancelling static.

Colby calls your name a few times, asking if you can hear him but you don’t budge. All you hear is static. “perfect.” Sam nods, and instantly after, you speak, “No man.”

Sam and Colby look at each other trying to figure out who doesn’t like men and Sam gasps, “Michael? Is this Michael?”

You stay still, repeating the words that you hear, “Girl I want you.”

Colby gasps, along with Sam, “Ohhh my fucking god!”

Colby looks back at you, “Michael, do you want y/n?”

You stay still, “Rope.” Colby shrugs, “He fell, didn’t he?”

Sam scoffs, “Yeah, or it’s like.. sexually?” Colby nods, “Yeah, like kinky shit.”

“Tell me… where you are now.”

Colby’s jaw drops as he looks at Sam to whisper, “I can hear this in her headphones.”

“I’m going to..” you shake your head, pausing. Sam picks up, “Where ya goin’?”

“what are you gonna do?” Colby asks, but you don’t say anything for a moment.

“I’ve worked here..”

Colby gasps and Sam tilts his head as he asks, “Did you work here with patients?” It’s silent for another few moments. “Children.”

“what would children- there was a children’s wing.” Sam nods, “This could be a nurse.” Colby looks from Sam to you, “can you give us a hint on who you are or what’s going on?” You shake your head slightly, “War..”

“The civil war?” Sam questions, “Wasn’t that like in the same city?”

“We are..” you pause, “Gone..”

“We are gone?” Sam repeats, and Colby looks at you, “Are you trapped here?” You don’t say anything for an another moment, “Empath.”

Colby gasps, “Can you tell that y/n is an empath? Have you been showing yourself to y/n all night?” Sam and Colby stare at you as they await for a potential answer.

“patience.”

“uh oh.” Sam shakes his head, “I don’t-“

You cut him off, “A man.”

“Are you the man that y/n saw in the bedroom, in the hotel room?” Sam asks, and it’s silent for another few minutes.

“God was here.”

“were you watching us from the window when we were outside?” Colby asks and again, silence for a few moments.

”I’m in the room.”

Sam gasps as Colby raises his hands to his face.

“what the fuck?” Sam whispers loudly as he looks at Colby then quickly back to you, “oh fuck, where are you?”

You shake your head, “That was so clear, I don’t know what is going on.”

“where are you in the room? Can you you point or show us?” Sam asks, “Fuck, Colby.”

Colby nods, looking from Sam to you, “Could it have been like the man in the window from her room or-“

you cut Colby off, “In the corner.”

“what the fuck!?” Sam yells, “In this corner?”

“glass.”

“glass?” Colby repeats, “no they’re talking about the other room.” Sam nods, “the window, and being in the room.”

“Holy shit.” Colby shakes his head, “I think this is Michael.”

“I fucking hope not.” Sam laughs slightly, “Can you confirm for us-“

“I like to dance.” ”were you in the ballroom with us?” Sam asks, pausing to wait for your response, but you say nothing. Colby speaks up, “Have you been following us all night?”

After a minute, you still don’t answer, so Colby asks again, “Can you confirm that you’re Michael.” he shakes his head, “That’s all we wanna know.”

“what’s your job, or-“

you cut Sam off, “I am here.”

Colby points to Sam and Sam yells, “oooh my god get her out, get her out, Colby.” Colby reaches over instantly and lays his hand on your shoulder. He reaches up to take off the headphones and you take off your blindfold, “Was it good?”

“ho-ly shit.” Sam says excitedly, and you look up at him, “I forgot about being here, like I forgot you guys were here.”

“well.. we asked if Michael was here and if he could confirm and you said, I’m here.” Your jaw drops and you shake your head, “Oh no no no.”

“and right at the beginning it was like girl I want you.” Sam laughs, “Good luck, Michael. Shes mine. You can’t have her.”

you laugh, shaking your head, “Good god. That actually gave me chills, that freaked me out majorly.”

“wait, really?” Sam asks and you nod, “yeah, it was like the most clear thing. It through me off at first, and then it just kept going.”

“listen, I don’t think Michael is a bad spirit.” Colby starts, “I think he was just following us the entire night. Just trying to get y/n’s attention.”

“fucking crazy st-“ you stop, gasping as you look behind you. Colby motions and Sam looks over, “What is that?”

“someone is probably in- I don’t know, what time is it?” You look up at Sam and Colby shrugs, “Go look.”

Sam walks over to the door and Colby follows, “There’s no door open, maybe someone opened it and then closed it after a second.” Sam whispers and you let out a shakey sigh as they walk back over.

“oh my goodness.” Sam sits across from you and Colby, “I can’t..” he stops and Colby shakes his head, “This entire investigation..” he motions and covers his gave.

You nod, “Just crazy.”

“I mean, it makes so much sense.” Sam starts as he looks at you, “He showed himself to you, and then he talked to you.”

“yeah, yeah. Crazy.” You laugh, “I don’t.. think I want to sleep alone, honestly.”

Sam nods, “Yeah, if Colby’s cool with it, he can stay here and the. I’ll stay with you in 202?”

Colby nods, “Yeah, that’s fine with me.”

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Thank you all so much for reading! I forgot how much fun it is to write reader into these videos! I hope you liked it as much as I liked writing it! I love you all and I will catch you in the next one! 🖤

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I feel like a fic about Atsumu, Oikawa, and Bokuto finding their s/o reading fanfic about them would be hilarious

(You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to <3)

Have a lovely day and thank you if you end up doing this request <33333

a fantasy world

content info — gender neutral! reader, fluffy hq!! drabbles with some crack & hurt/comfort (sounds weird but bear w it, all separate). a teeny tiny bit suggestive in atsumu's part cuz he's a little shit.

word count — 1.9k words.

author’s note — holy HELL this is so late 😭 anon i hope ur still here, i made this pretty long so that's my way of apologizing. im also praying that atsumu is in character because this is only the second time ive written him. anyway, tysm for requesting!! hope u all like this <3

MIYA ATSUMU

your eyes are obstinately glued to your phone, wholly transfixed by the words that were typed across the screen. not a single soul knew about your little hobby and quite frankly, it was likely better that they remained oblivious. you wouldn’t know how to react if anyone found out, but really, there was one particular person who absolutely had to stay unaware.

as it turns out, they were also the very subject of the story you’re currently reading—of course, none other than your sweet, beloved boyfriend, atsumu. not that the term ‘sweet’ was an especially fitting term for him. ooh, that was a sick burn.

now, obviously you loved the boy. atsumu was bold, intelligent, thoughtful, hardworking, and affectionate to the point where osamu and the rest of his team often complained about how shameless he was in front of them. his spirit burned bright with fiery ambition, glimmering red and orange and yellow, and he introduced a kind of light into your life that you had never quite experienced before. at first you were a little wary at first, a little blinded by how much he shone, but because you were just as stubborn as he was, you soon grew used to it.

if anything, you came to learn that atsumu was undoubtedly one of the most inspirational people out there. motivating his peers was like second-nature to him, and even if he didn’t consciously put in the effort to inspire them, he still ended up doing so anyway. his love for volleyball was blatant in its authenticity, in its obsession. so when coupled with his charisma, and, yes, his boyishly good looks, atsumu developed a serious kind of gravitational pull. it was no wonder so many people were drawn in—yourself included.

but, inevitably, something had to be sacrificed. your boyfriend’s devotion to the game often meant that you two didn’t get to spend much time together. if atsumu wasn’t practicing at the gym, then he was either thinking about doing it, on his way to doing it, or—this happens only under the direst of circumstances—recovering from doing it. he was, in every sense of the word, a workaholic.

you were fine with it for the most part, mostly because you had a busy schedule to deal with yourself. if you weren’t doing homework or studying for an upcoming exam for the sake of staying on top of your classes, then you were either fulfilling your duties as a student council member, playing your respective sport, or taking care of things at home.

regardless, there were still times when you wished atsumu was with you. it didn’t matter if he was spewing volleyball jargon, or forcing you to pepper with him, or anything like that. you just wanted to spend time with him, to actually see him and his stupid face and his stupid smile that you want to kiss so badly.

maybe that’s why you’re so zeroed in on the fanfiction you’re reading—to try and make up for what you’ve been deprived of for days on end. a very palpable twinge of sadness tugs at your heart. you push the unwanted sentiment to the depths of your mind, trying to focus on reading the story again.

god, what sentence were you even on? and why was the door suddenly opening—

“hey baby, did ya miss me?”

your soul leaves your body.

before you even have time to think, a shrill scream rips from your throat as you scramble to hide your phone underneath the covers. atsumu's jaw drops, completely and utterly befuddled by your behavior. after a moment he raises his hands in mock surrender. "jeez, darlin', it's just me. your boyfriend, remember?" atsumu says, brow raised. there's a mixture of emotions written across his face—slight concern, palpable amusement, even some suspicion. "what are ya hidin' there on your phone, anyway?"

finally, you seem to find your voice. "n-nothing important," you mumble, clearly and very intentionally avoiding the intensity of atsumu's hawk-like gaze. "i didn't even know you'd be visiting today.. thought you would be busy with practice again."

maybe it's because your boyfriend knows you so well by now, but he catches the hint of bitterness in your tone. his face softens, and he takes one, two, three steps toward you until he's taking up the space on your left. "coach called in sick, so mister perfect decided to just cancel practice for today," atsumu shrugs. you're still somewhat upset, but you can't help but smile at the setter's nickname for his captain—kita shinsuke, the closest embodiment of perfection that anyone's ever seen.

"i'm pretty sure i texted ya that i would be dropping by," your boyfriend adds, glancing over at you. cautiously, you pull out your phone again and open up the messages app. lo and behold, he did in fact text you, but you were too busy with your fanfiction to notice.

your face burns with the weight of your embarrassment.

a small chuckle escapes from atsumu's mouth. "wow, i haven't even done anything and you're already blushin' for me," he teases. you hit his chest halfheartedly, muttering about how mean he's being. you fail to notice the calculating glint in his eyes. you also fail to notice his hand wandering.

a second later, atsumu grins smugly, your phone held securely in his grip.

"what the hell, 'sumu?!" you screech, trying to retrieve the object in vain. "how did you even—"

"i'm good with my hands," he winks, and you don't even have time to scold him for the clear innuendo because he's typing in the password to your phone. all you can do is accept your fate as atsumu discovers the story you were reading.

as expected, he laughs. loudly. it's almost like the laugh he lets out whenever he wins a bet against osamu. you turn away, shame and humiliation gnawing at your chest. there's nothing more you want than to be swallowed by the floor beneath you.

however, when atsumu's laughter dies down a few moments later, you feel him wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "baby," he begins, voice still a little breathless from all his cackling, "why are ya reading this when ya got the real thing right here?"

you look up at him, a confusing mess of emotions swirling within your stomach. "because we don't seem to spend much time together anymore," you admit, lowering your eyes to the ground. "laugh all you want, but these stories are there for me whenever i need them. you probably think it's stupid, or pathetic, or whatever, but.. i miss you, 'sumu."

you close your eyes, preparing to hear another round of thunderous laughter. it never comes.

"open yer eyes for me, babe," atsumu's voice is unexpectedly soft, tender. hesitantly, you do, and your gaze meets his. your boyfriend reaches out, resting a calloused hand against your cheek. his touch is so familiar, so comforting, that you can't do anything else but lean in and welcome it. "i didn't know that ya were feelin' this way, and i'll admit that it's my fault for not noticing. but hey, you wanna know somethin'?"

"what is it?" you whisper.

"i miss ya too," your boyfriend confesses. he leans in, placing a soft kiss against your lips. "and tomorrow, i'm taking ya out on a date."

OIKAWA TOORU

"oh my god, this is so cute," you sigh dreamily, swinging your feet in satisfaction as you indulge yourself. it was fanfiction, for crying out loud—can you really be blamed? this particular story practically reeked of fluff. you had just received flowers from the male lead, with you two having confessed just a few days ago. now you were on the first date, entering the doorway to a beautiful relationship that made every reader jealous.

the fact that the male lead—the infamous setter of aoba johsai, fanboy of iwaizumi hajime, hater of ushijima wakatoshi—also happened to be your boyfriend was just a minor detail.

you continued reading, the outside world completely irrelevant as you immersed yourself in the story. soon another squeal leaves your lips as oikawa, the male lead, bends down to kiss your hand. he says something swoonworthy, causing you to giggle like a madman. "that's it, i'm marrying you," you say, as if he can hear you through the story.

"marrying who?"

you let out a defeated sigh as your boyfriend pops his head into your room. there's a pout on oikawa's face, his mocha eyes filled with mock betrayal. still there's a part of you that knows he actually is a little bit jealous; he just doesn't know that technically, he's jealous of himself. "who are you marrying, babe?" he asks you somewhat accusingly. "i think it's a bit too early for—"

"shut up please," you groan, a bit sad that your reading session got interrupted. "i'm reading this fanfiction of you, and in the story, you're actually nice to me."

you immediately hear an indignant gasp from your boyfriend. he puts a hand to his chest, his pout now even more prominent. "excuse me, i am nice to you," oikawa scoffs as he walks over, squinting at the story you're reading. "i'm way better than him!"

"you are him," you deadpan.

"exactly! why are you reading that when i'm right here? i'm hurt," oikawa says in disapproval, shaking his head at you. "now move over."

you blink—once, twice. "wait, what?"

"i wanna read too," oikawa says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, "so i can list all the things they got wrong about me."

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

maybe reading fanfiction about your boyfriend wasn't the best idea. it's not that the story wasn't great because it really was—the characterization was on-point, the writing style was smooth and elegant, and the plot was creative. it's more about your boyfriend himself. particularly the way that he reacted when he found out.

"am i not good enough?" bokuto asked you quietly as he stared up at you. his golden eyes were absolutely despondent, his shoulders were slouched, and even his owlish hair looked like it was deflated. you didn't need akaashi to understand that those were all signs of an emo bokuto.

and it was all because of you.

man, the guilt was unbearable.

"koutarou," you say softly, reaching out to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. "baby, you are more than enough for me. you're amazing, okay? you're my anchor, and you make me smile when no one else can. compared to you, this fanfiction means nothing." you pause, placing a tender kiss against his warm cheek. "seeing you sad makes me sad, you know?"

"i'm sorry," bokuto mumbles, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. "i thought i'd let you down or something, like i wasn't being a good boyfriend. it scared me."

his words make your heart hurt even more. you pull away from the hug, letting your earnest gaze meet his. "from now on, you don't have to be scared," you tell him seriously. "i'll stop reading fanfiction, and every day, i'll remind you of how much you mean to me. is that fair, kou?"

bokuto nods, and it's at that moment that you start to see the gloomy aura around him disappear. "i love you," he says, and you can tell that he means it. he always does.

you pull him closer, your fingers combing through his hair soothingly. he hums quietly, enjoying the feeling. "i love you too, koutarou," you smile. "and no story will ever change that."

you let a few moments pass by, simply listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat. slowly, you let your eyes close, your boyfriend's strong embrace lulling you to a light rest. after a few moments, though, bokuto's voice breaks through the silence. "can i ask you a question, babe?"

you open your eyes. "anything."

he pulls away, his expression completely serious as he looks at you. "can we get something to eat?"

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

(TW: Religion)

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

When we think about reconciling Christianity and our identity, then we are often automatically jumping to „re-interpreting Bible verses that are used to justify homophobia/transphobia“ or to „looking for Bible verses that can be interpreted in a lgbt-supportive way“. 

Both of that is valid and definitely has its place. And if you are someone who (or trying to discuss with someone who) believes everything in the Bible is true and to be taken literal, then looking for the most accurate interpretation of each passage is also pretty much the only thing you can do.

In that case, take comfort in knowing that there is often historical, cultural etc. context missing from conservative interpretations and learning about that context lets us see seemingly hateful verses in a much more inclusive light! 

That Bible verse that seems to be against gay sex may very well be against rape, that Bible verse that seems to be against trans people dressing the way they want to may very well be condemning old rituals that have nothing to do with modern life. I don’t think looking for these alternative (or maybe *better*) explanations is heathenish at all. God wants you to think critically, that’s why he gave you the ability to. If he gave you a book to live your life according to, then it stands to reason that he’d want you to find the most accurate meaning of his words, and that means looking past the most superficial interpretation.

But if you are (or the person you’re talking to is) open to the idea that maybe the Bible isn’t meant to be taken literal in its entirety - then it can feel tedious to dissect singular verses. 

In that case, you probably don’t feel the need to dissect other parts either and you just disregard them. For example you look at certain verses containing rules on hygiene or health, and you disregard them because you figure those were written in, and for, wildly different times and they just do not apply to modern life anymore, and you believe that one can be a good Christian while also disregarding those specific verses. 

If that’s you, then an approach that might fit you better would be to look at the bigger picture instead. Treat the Bible like you would any self-help book - look at the overall messages but don’t assume that every single line is applicable to your life or even holds meaning. 

This may seem counterintuitive or even like a “bad” thing to do, especially if you grew up in a taking-the-Bible-literal household, so I’ll give you some potential questions that may help you get into the mindset: 

Which messages are repeated often throughout the Bible? Which messages are repeated in most big religions you know? Which messages would come to your mind first if you were to teach a child about God? Which values or attributes describe God best? 

For me, and for many people, the biggest ones would be “God loves you unconditionally” and “God wants you to love others”. Another important one might be “God created you, and everyone else, because he wanted you to exist”. 

When you identified some big picture core messages, and are open to the idea that the Bible may not be meant to be taken literal in its entirety (for example because it was inspired by the Holy Spirit but written by humans and humans can make mistakes or add their own personal agenda, or also simply because it’s so old and over time some of its original teachings got mistranslated or lost), then you may be able to look at these seemingly hateful verses with new eyes - not seeking to find a more accurate explanation, but rather being able to compare them to those core messages and being able to say “this fits in with the core message” or “this doesn’t fit in with the core message”. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

[waheelawhisperer]

Taking a break from my Regularly Scheduled Lappland Posting (TM) to talk about Vina Victoria's voice lines and operator files because they make me laugh every time I read them

She arrives at Rhodes Island and immediately dumps all her work on the Doctor

She regularly goes back on board Rhodes Island under the guise of "Diplomacy" in order to see her friends and get away from work. At which point she makes the Doctor do it for her.

She's the one person alive who willingly eats Hibiscus's cooking (because it's better than wartime emergency rations). She does this regularly.

She gets into street fights in full Speaker of the Parliament regalia

She bonks Doctor on the head. She's playing!

She takes an unholy amount of joy in the fact that Doctor has more work than she does

She tries to take time off from her job as Speaker of the Parliament so she can hit people recreationally

She gets assigned to work in a facility and immediately tries to find a place to nap because fuck that

Corollary: the Doctor tries to assign the highest political official of one of the most powerful nations on Terra to sort gold bars in the trading post.

She's really, really happy to be deployed in combat because it means she can stick Doctor with the "thinking work" and just hit people in the face. This is her way of destressing.

Doctor steps on her cape, possibly by accident, possibly as revenge for making them do all her paperwork. She's a little bit grumpy about this.

HR thought the Glasgow Gang gave them incorrect information about her as a prank, but dutifully recorded it in her files nonetheless

HR tried to remove what they thought was false information made up to fuck with them and Indra tried to fight the entire HR department over it

According to Morgan and Vina's clarifications, there's actually some truth to what they told HR, it's just exaggerated or misinterpreted.

Despite initial accusations of being "sluggish" and "low energy", she apparently does just about anything around Rhodes Island, ranging from "postpartum care for burdenbeasts" to "test-driving Engineering's new tractor".

According to Morgan, she apparently likes sour lollipops because "the intense [flavor] makes her feel more alive".

On a related note, Morgan regularly eats sauce explicitly noted to be both awful and nearly expired for the same reason. She's normal.

She used to hate potatoes so much that she challenged Indra to a boxing match to make her eat her potatoes for her. And won.

Let me reiterate: instead of just not cooking or ordering potatoes, tossing them when they came with her meal, or trading them to someone else like a normal person, she beat Indra up until Indra agreed to eat them for her.

She's actually fine with potatoes now, but she still makes Indra eat hers because it's funny.

Indra must also really hate potatoes - her files indicate that she's boisterous and a big eater and also intensely loyal to Vina, so I can't imagine any other reason why she wouldn't just trade Vina something else for her potatoes if asked. Apparently even someone who embodies the spirit of knighthood better than the official knights of Kazimierz has limits to what she will do for her liege.

The reason Vina sleeps a lot is because she's exhausted from having to fill so many roles at once, which, like, I get it.

She fell asleep while riding a tram once and then fucking fell off

The rightful heir to Victoria's throne fell asleep and fell off a tram. Landed on her ass.

She used to make Kal'tsit watch movies with her.

She used to make Kal'tsit watch movies with her.

When Kal'tsit revealed that she knew her true identity, she hit Mon3tr so hard it started buzzing.

This shit is straight out of a Looney Toons short

She decided to use a holy symbol of the Victorian Parliament as a voting bell

This was both a calculated political move to dismantle the symbols of the old Victorian order where the royals and nobles reigned supreme and because she thought it was funny

She's freaking the Dukes the hell out with her approach and they don't know how to handle it

Harmonie is apparently intercepting Ducal communication and forwarding it to Rhodes Island. Give pets to Green Catto.

She's explicitly getting better at restraining her temper and her disdain for nobles and has managed to get some of them to engage in at least temporary self-reflection, to the point where at least some of them are enacting material improvements to the lives of the people under their rule

She really, really likes and trusts both Kal'tsit and the Doctor, to the point where she's not actually mad at them for manipulating her into returning to Londinium and claiming power

She views Doctor and Kal'tsit as filling the role that Caster tried to during the Londinium arc - as both benefactors and champions who protect and aid her against the other factions.

She continually expresses her desire to keep learning from the Doctor throughout her talk lines. She's following in her mentor's footsteps by learning to eat food not normally fit for human consumption (Originium slugs, Hibiscus's healthy lunches, etc).

She's like the fourth or fifth funniest woman on Terra I love her

[anemonelovesfiction]

10 ~ Cowgirl

Tonowari x Avatar! Reader x Ronal

Warnings ⚠️: Eating out, Riding, cowgirl, slight suffocation if you squint, passing out

Not Proofread

MDNI 🔞

This one goes out to whoever sent me this ask I apologize for it being late, but better late than never? And I used camera instead <I’m so sorry but I hope you like it still>

Holy crud it’s been ten whole days of this event and I couldn’t be happier to spend them with you guys!

Translation Station

Tsahik: Shaman; Healer; Interpreter of the will of Eywa

Marui: Home (in the Metkayina Language)

Olo’eyktan: Male clan leader

Paysyul: Water lily

Tawtute: Sky person (Human)

Yawne: Beloved

Word Count: 3k

It had been tough news to choke down when Jake had called your brother, Norm, to come help with Kiri after she had remained in a comatose state after having connected to the spirit tree. I’d actually been the one to deliver the news to Jake that it had sounded like Kiri had suffered a seizure, but what was an even harder pill to swallow was the gorgeous pregnant Tsahik coming into the marui - a word I’d learned meant home for the Metkayina- I could have sworn her gaze had lingered on me slightly but it could have been my mind playing tricks on me. Her gaze breaking as she finally looked around the room and avoided eye contact with Neytiri.

“I see that I am not needed here.” She stated in Na’Vi, although I had been mesmerized by the difference in her pronunciation in the words to make my hands work as quickly as I’d wanted them to -out of respect for her and the title she held- I’d learned Na’Vi alongside Norm back on Earth and we often studied together, testing one another until we nailed the language.

She had been carrying a basket filled with things she would have used on Kiri had we not been occupying the space in this Marui, my gaze still caught on her as her beauty was starting to make me nervous, had we overstepped out bounds with her? Was she upset with us at the moment? I attempted to slap Norm’s hand to catch his attention so we could start removing ourselves from her way but he’d written me off as him, Max, and Jake continued talking amongst themselves, I fought to roll my eyes as I capture Neytiri grasping the woman’s arm.

“You are Tsahik!” Neytiri almost growls at the woman and as soon as she turns I realize she is heavily pregnant, I attempt to knock some sense into myself but she speaks before I could move.

“Remove these things.” The woman holds her head high and I feel like I’m about to start shaking from having upset her. Her eyes look over to Neytiri as a means to get her to translate but I’d already stood up at this moment, grabbing my bag, capturing the tsahik’s gaze once more, flinching once Neytiri had opened her mouth as I scooted past her.

“Out! You have done nothing.” I didn’t bother watching the guys scramble as I hear Jake muttering something about them taking a break. I’d taken a liking into Mo’at’s training of the next Tsahik for the Omatikaya and stayed close enough to watch what this Tsahik had been doing but far enough away to give them their privacy if they needed, but with her sturdy work and continual chanting, she’d managed to get Kiri to wake up.

Kiri’s immediate response was to start crying and as Neytiri began to comfort her daughter I could feel the tears welling up in my own eyes. I’d always been a bit sensitive since I was younger, but to have witnessed something like this was like a miracle in and of itself.

That had happened about two months ago, Jake ended up having to talk to me before we left as the Tsahik and Olo’eyktan had wanted to speak with me personally, at that moment I’d believed I’d done something wrong and started feeling nervous, had I been in my human body I would have started sweating profusely but I was metaphorically shitting bricks.

To my surprise the Tsahik had done all of the talking as her husband just watched me, Jake had been there to translate if I needed it but more as my safety cushion, I was surprised to hear that she was straightforward with how I’d managed to capture her attention, how easily I’d followed her instructions without being asked, and how emotional I had been upon seeing Kiri waking up, but she absolutely floored me when she stated that she and her husband had wanted to court me because of a pull she felt for me.

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That wasn’t the last time I had been nervous around her, she was rather rough with her words but I understood that part of it was her placing boundaries between herself and her privacy, but nothing would have prepared me for what would happen when I came into our shared marui with a polaroid camera as it was a human contraption, but my intentions had been set to seeing this as a positive thing, although I wasn’t sure how the conversation would go.

Tonowari would be the most understanding out of the two as he was soft spoken, very kind, and usually won over with a kiss or two, but even then I wasn’t sure how he’d handle this either, I’d actually pulled back the flap of the marui and held the camera behind me as I walked in to the beautiful scene before me.

Tonowari had been gingerly rubbing a fragrant oil on Ronal’s belly carefully, it was the kind that helped ease her pain with the burden of having to carry such a large child, it also smelled very sweet, but I knew better than to think I’d be undetected as the woman had eyes all over her head.

“What have you got there, Paysyul?” She asks without turning her head to look at me and I stiffen my body at the thought of having been caught, I let out a sigh as I remove the object from behind my back and bring it forward instantly, knowing I couldn’t hide this thing behind my back forever.

Tonowari is the first to turn and tilt his head in curiosity, but his nose crinkled as he saw what I had been holding, they had both become familiar with being able to tell what tawtute contraptions were and from the look on his face he was leaning more toward not wanting to know what it was. Ronal easily capturing her husbands disapproval is quick to lift her gaze and settle it on mine, bypassing the camera in my hand and immediately talking to me.

“What have you brought into our home, paysyul?” She asks with a flick of her tail, ears going back as her head tilts slightly, one arm going to stroke the oil on her belly as the other planted on the floor to support her as she leans back a bit.

“A camera.” I stated stupidly as I comment on the device in my hand but feel frozen in fear as I’ve never really had an argument with them before, but I knew I was overstepping an invisible boundary by having brought this thing in here in the first place.

“And why have you brought this into our home?” Tonowari is quick to chime in as one of his hands goes to Ronal’s lower back to give her some support as the two are sitting on the floor, his other just settled on his lap.

“I- I wanted to- to tell you-“ I stopped talking at that moment as my nerves had started getting the better of me and I could feel my throat closing up, my eyes were starting to get wet but not to the point that I would cry- at least not yet.

“Take a breath paysyul, we are not mad, just curious.” Ronal stated sweetly and I could feel the tension leaving my shoulders as I drop them.

“Take a breath and start again.” She encourages and it honestly helps as I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling my heart beating back to normal and my eyes drying up, my vision no longer slightly blurred.

“This is a camera, we used it back in my home to capture a moment in time, and we saved it forever.” I responded once I’d gotten out of my own head.

“Thats what our stories and song cords are for.” Ronal adds in but is given a look from our mate, I could only bite my lip nervously and looked back down.

“Does this hold a sentiment to you?” Tonowari asks sweetly and waits for my answer, all I could do was nod wordlessly.

“I can- I can show you how it works if you want.”

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“Th-this isn’t what I had in m-mind-“ I moaned as I slowly slid down Tonowari’s member, my hands placed on his muscular abdomen as I lowered myself even more, still having a hard time taking all of him in, I could still feel a slight sting of pain as I was not used to having to ride him as Ronal usually took that roll. But she was busy stuffing his mouth with her cunt as she rode his face instead.

Although she was on his face she was facing me, placing her hand under my chin to keep me form looking down and closing my eyes, I wondered how a woman as pregnant as her could keep such balance but never questioned it as I’m sure she’s had practice after her first two kids, these two were truly insatiable.

I could feel her snaking her arm around my back and grasping my braid, giving it a sensual tug and hearing a moan rip out my lips, she’d brought my kuru close to her mouth and before I could question what was happening, I can feel her tongue on the tendrils of my kuru, having caught me off guard with doing that I slide all the way down Tonowari’s length, taking him to the hilt and moaning with pain and pleasure as Ronal continues to tongue fuck my kuru.

“She’s squeezing around me already,” Tonowari was strong enough to have lifted Ronal off his face just to speak only for her to shush him and slam herself back down onto his mouth.

Whenever I first had gotten my Avatar, I was eternally grateful to be a driver, but once I had to learn the ways of the Metkayina I noticed my Kuru would purposely split in two before the tendrils started going crazy. I even had to ask Norm and Jake if theirs did the same thing as I never recalled anyone else’s doing this, but to my surprise theirs didn’t, it wasn’t until I’d first mated with Ronal and Tonowari that I noticed theirs did the same, it was fashioned in such a way that the three of us could connect ourselves together while being intimate.

Just as Ronal had been done teasing my Kuru, she’d brought it over to Tonowari’s, connecting the two together and allowing me a second to feel everything he had been feeling at this moment, the gentle calmness that washed over me once connecting to him reminded me of sitting at the beach while listening to the waves lap in the distance, closing my eyes as I feel the warmth of the sun. Right when I lifted my hips from his, I could feel a newer connection, as if it were a windy almost stormy day on the beach but every fiber of my being knew everything would be alright, thats what it felt like when connecting to her.

“Oh paysyul you feel incredible, why don’t you try sliding back down on him hm?” Ronal asks as she lets go of our intertwined kuru, knowing that even if they fell to the floor they wouldn’t disconnect unless we willed them to or pulled them off one another.

Right as I slide back down I could feel Tonowari swipe his tongue over Ronal’s cunt and her hips bucking against his mouth, I let out a whimper, tossing my head back as I let out a strangled moan silently thanking Eywa for allowing us to experience what the other was feeling before a sudden flash of light stirs me out of my thoughts.

I raise my head upright, opening my eyes to find Ronal with the camera near her face as she continues looking through the lens of the camera, she then removes the camera from her face as the picture prints out, she gently takes the slip of paper and removes it from the bottom, airing it out to get the picture to develop.

“Look at you,” She coo’s, turning the picture around to let me catch a glimpse, my eyes closed in pure ecstasy, my hands still settled on Tonowari’s abdomen but you could see through the space between my arms with his teal cock buried deep inside my cobalt blue skin. I could feel the purple blush settling on my cheeks at this moment before feeling Tonowari thrust his hips upward, causing a yelp to leave my lips.

“That feels nice, ‘Wari,” Ronal states as she places her hands on his chest, still holding into the camera as she grinds herself all over his mouth. I sneak my hands past hers and grasp the camera, taking a steady hold of it and looking through the lens, snapping the picture right when Ronal had started coming.

Her eyes slightly opened but only the whites were showing, indicating her eyes were rolled to the back of her head, which often happened as she was sensitive from her pregnancy. Her bottom lip sucked in through her teeth as a sinful moan had escaped, her knee’s coming closer together toward Tonowari’s face and her hips slightly blurred due to the speed at which she had been grinding his face with, her tail raised behind her stiffly. A groan coming from the man below her, whose arms had been wrapped around her thighs in an attempt to keep her placed where she was.

I could feel everything through our bond and felt myself tighten around Tonowari’s length once more, stopping to readjust myself, i stead of having my knee’s straddling him, I’d placed the flats of my feet on the floor of the marui, giving me the best position for me to ride him better.

Ronal has a drunken expression on her face as she has felt fulfilled, she gently slides off his face and once she does I can see most of it from the nose down glistening in our mates juices. I smile down at him and use my arm to extend the camera above our bodies, since I was naked and my breast were perked up it was obvious what position I was in, I snap the picture and wait for it to print out, refusing to tear it off and handing the camera to Ronal, having her take a look at the picture as a smile frames her gorgeous face.

“This one is a moment worth savoring, paysyul.” She smiles at me and places the camera down, leaning over toward me and placing her lips on mine, I couldn’t help but grind my hips in an attempt to get closer to her, hearing our groaning partner below, who desperately grasps my hips. Ronal gently places her hand on my cheek and forces her tongue inside my mouth, as I moan I hear the click of the camera, opening my eyes, slowly sucking on Ronal’s tongue and disconnecting from her mouth fully only to see Tonowari holding the camera with a smug smile on his face.

I could only grow hotter at the scene before me as the two of them had now been paying full attention to me, Ronal placing her hands on my breasts and running her thumbs alongside my nipples, a rush of excitement running through me. Understanding what they wanted I lifted my hips up, with the help of my feet, and slid back down forcefully, coming into contact with Tonowari’s hips and moaning loudly, doing that motion once more as I felt Ronal kissing my neck.

“Goodness Paysyul, I’m closer than you think,” Tonowari growls out as he places the camera on the floor, now fully grasping my hips as he lifts me up himself, watching where our bodies were connected as he slams me down, his hips rising to meet mine, and a lewd moan slipping through my lips as Ronal plays with my nipples.

He keeps the same motion going, making me feel like I was seeing stars, accepting my fate as I screwed my eyes shut, allowing my legs to do some of the work as I rose up and slam back down on his hard cock. I swear I could see flashes going off in my vision and other was at this moment I’d no longer felt Ronal’s light touches on my breasts, I couldn’t bear opening my eyes as I felt the same heat spread across my cheeks.

“Fuck I’m close!” I yelled in English and felt Tonowari set a faster pace as I slam i to his cock without faltering.

It felt as though each slam of his cock was taking my breath away and I was struggling to catch it, I could hear my breaths coming in short shallow huffs as his iron grip on my hips keeps me at bay between losing myself and reality.

“Thats it paysyul, why don’t you be a good girl and come for us?” Ronal coo’s from whatever corner of the marui she had been standing in, another flash going off from the camera.

“I’m fuckin’ close-“ I moan out as I attempt to grasp Tonowari’s abdomen for some sort of stability, feeling as though I was dipping down low in a hole that would be impossible for me to dig myself out of.

“Come Paysyul. Paint my cock white with your juices,” He barely manages to get those words out and I can feel my pleasure toed up in a tight strong that knotted right in my stomach. I could feel it taught in my abdomen ready to burst.

“Thats it,” He coo’s at me in an encouraging manner.

“Come for us yawne,” He speaks once more and thats when I reach my limit.

Everything seems to have frozen in time and all I can feel is my orgasm fast approaching completely knocking me out cold.

[takeonmesumino]

My Takumi Ships (+ my opinion on Nozomi x Takumi)

Takumi x Tsubasa (Killing Game Route Spoilers)

THEY ARE SO CUTE!!! SO SO CUTE!!!! Killing Game Route was the first route I played and is one of my favorites as well. A huge reason for it is the relationship between Takumi and Tsubasa! I really liked how naturally it developed, sure it moved very fast but like...they are teenagers, teens tend to do that. They are so supportive of each other and help each other out when the other is struggling and and-

God they are so cute and the only reason I haven't talked about them yet is because I barely see any fan content of them (also Tsubasa stabbing Eito was so fucking based holy shit, yes girl protect your man!!!!)

Also Darumi and Takumi beefing because Darumi was Tsubasa's first kiss is such an underrated moment LMAO

Takumi x Hiruko (minor S.F Route Spoilers)

I've already made two posts about them (one of them is my most recent one too) but god I love these two as well. First things first their dynamic is hilarious. Comedy gold. Girlboss and her loser boyfriend jump into parallel universes, why? I don't know really, the route is kind of confusing.

You know what isn't confusing though? Their ability to fuck shit up because they do that...a lot. Does timeloopers suffer brain damage? Because they are both incredibly stupid (and I say this with nothing but affection for them).

Also learning the context behind that one scene in the Slasher Route was just so peak. Toxic but like...in a gentle way? Oh right...speaking of toxic-

Takumi x Eito (Multiple Eitos Route Spoilers)

I'm assuming if you've read this far you have probably played route 0. I shipped them already before completing that but...hooo boy was I in for a wild ride with them. I came for fluffy feel good boyfriends and left with the most nuclear toxic yaoi I've seen in ages.

The way Eito has felt isolated by his hate for so long. The way he yearns to be understood but also loathe people to the point of letting no one in. He has only ever felt understood after Takumi went back in time exposing him and his true nature. Having someone know everything you've been keeping secret is...intimate. Something he's never felt before. This of course manifests a deep obsession with Takumi, that plays out in many ways across different routes.

I don't think there's any ending that shows this better than the Eternal Hate ending. It shows how Eito loves through hate because hate is all he's ever known. Him and Takumi becoming one and the same in mind, body and spirit...allowing Eito to truly feel seen (although whether or not he is actually understood is kind of debatable lol)

Why I dislike Takumi x Nozomi but still believe it to be the single most important relationship in the game (Truth Route/Second Scenario Spoilers)

I don't like this ship. I don't like it at all.

But at least to me that's kind of the point of it. It's clear from the moment Takumi first meets Nozomi that he doesn't see her as a real person. He struggles with coming to terms with how similar Karua and Nozomi is, often comparing the two over every little thing Nozomi says. He does try to view them differently of course. And he does succeed at it in the first timeline...until she is dying and he misunderstands her dying words as confirmation that Karua and her are one and the same.

From there on he is convinced that Nozomi is Karua, outright dismissing her agency believing he knows her better than she knows herself. Karua and by extension Nozomi is Takumi's biggest weakness, it's what makes him hesitate but also what makes him do many terrible things. His desire to protect her often turns him into the worst version of himself.

It's really only by learning the truth, that Karua was never real but the feelings of friendship he shared with Nozomi when they were kids was real, that he becomes able to see past the illusions and see Nozomi as the person she really is.

His relationship with Nozomi is proof of the evil the scientists at Kamukura General Hospital has inflicted upon them. The two of them are cursed to never stand shoulder to shoulder until every truth is uncovered. Only then will they truly know each other.

And by extension themselves.

[soaringwide]

PAC: What hidden talent do you have?

Hello with another pick a card reading, this time on the topic of ''get to know yourself better''.

This time the idea is to look into what talent of yours you are not fully aware off and could tap into and develop in the future.

By definition this might not be at the core of your personality since it is hidden, but maybe that's something you will tap into later in life. So I hope it's useful to you in some way!

How does that work?

Take a moment to recollect yourself, breathe, close your eyes if you need to, focus on the moment. Look at the 4 pictures and select the one that draws you in the most. Not the one you think looks cooler but the one that creates that pinching feeling inside of you. The one that makes you feel it has something to say.

It is possible to feel attracted to more than one pile, just as it is possible to only find parts of the reading relevant. Remember that this reading is meant for many people so it won't be perfectly applicable to your situation.

PILE 1

Cards: The Nectar + The King (archetype) + 4 of Swords Rx + Empress Rx + Strength + The Hierophant + King of Cups Rx + the Protectress + The forbidden forest + yin and yang; 2 of Swords + 4 and 6 of Wands; Priestess Magician

There is definitely the idea of a latent, untapped ability.

To me it has to do with healing, as in, the ability to help people through their recovery process and put them on track to bloom and be abundant again. To remove barriers to healing.

The fact that it has to do with remediating what is poisonous for the person, transmuting something toxic into something positive, makes me think it has to do with magical or energetic healing.

Perhaps you will use your words like a fire-talker (not sure it's the right way to translate but "coupeur de feu" in the orginal french term as in those who can heal burns by talking fire out, among other things), or work on removing magical thorns with your healing touch. I'm getting strong hand imagery and holy words may be significant as well as carrier for background movements in the spiritual realms.

I'm getting you will be or are guided to do this by higher powers with this ability that can help others tremendously, somewhat relaying these healing powers into the world. Like a bridge between the healing spirits and our world, putting healing energy in motion.

There is the idea of a position of authority that must be embraced with humility, respect and reverence, in order to restore the flow and clarity of health, working in tandem with powers from the realms beyond and by learning to develop your own power and ability for leadership whilst staying true to yourself.

You have this undeveloped ability of perceiving the higher realms, harness their energies and transmute them into something not only healing, but also protecting for others.

You would need to go on your own healing journey to gather the missing parts of yourself (individuation process is another way to look at it) and rectify what is unbalanced to find a wholeness that will allow you to carry this energy over to others. I'm really getting that it's not just about picking up a skill but really going through a process yourself in order to reach that step and that's why you haven't reached it yet. With also the idea of learning to listen to guidance and understand your bond to these higher powers more, and let yourself be guided on that path.

I wanted to see if there was another message that wanted to come out and I saw that while this ability is not currently active, and even blocked by your current circumstances, there would be great success gained from going through this journey towards that path. It's a call that you have the option to answer and are encouraged to do so with the support of your spirits and god(s) and that would be a source of celebration and achievements.

PILE 2

Cards: The Fool and Fear and Happiness + 7 of Cups Rx + Queen of Cups and 4 of Cups + The Magician Rx + Queen of Pentacles + 7 of Pentacles Rx

Your hidden talent has to do with performance arts, perhaps theater or dance, with the use of your body alongside your voice. You can pretend to be someone else again and again, endorsing different roles on different days and creating this artificial image for others to see.

You have the hidden ability to perform emotions so that it can be reflected in the heart of the audience. For example, expressing sadness or joy, the whole palette of emotions, and having that be felt by those who watch you. Relieving people in the lights of the stage.

I don't think it is about showing who you truly are but rather as I said, endorsing different identities and expressing something universal through that. You might not always feel passionate about what you are expressing, what role or piece you are given, but that's the nature of the craft. And in some way it allows yourself to explore your own thoughts and emotions by shifting perspectives, so it can be healing for yourself as well if you allow it to be.

By creating an artificial space for exploration of thoughts and emotions through your craft, you can shift people's emotional state and help them let go of what worries of preoccupies them. It is cathartic and the healing aspect of the arts. Ever watched a movie, cried for a while because it reminded you of something and felt lighter in the end? That's what you can give to people: freeing them of themselves for a short while. Allowing them a break from their own lives.

It's a trickery of some sorts, but the good kind of trickery because it is part of the game and the reason why people would come to you. It is to be willingly taken on adventure.

There is also a highly democratic aspect of your craft, as in, in front of performance in the audience, everyone watches the same things, react to the same things, rich and poor, good and bad. You help people bond together by lowering the boundaries that separate us all for a while.

In any case it is a raw talent, as in, you're very much at the apprentice level at the moment. You would need to work on it consciously, nurture this talent to let it grow and harvest its rewards later on. If that reading resonates with you I think that would be a good thing to practice on a hobby level for the pure enjoyment and personal fulfillment of it, rather than in order to make money from it.

PILE 3

Cards: The King, Protect your feelings, Knight of Swords Rx, 9 of Wands + King of Cups, Reflection Rx + 4 of Wands Rx, Renewal Rx + 8 of Swords Rx, Courage + 5 of Cups, Gloom Rx + 10 of Cups + The World + Intuition Rx, Sorrow Rx

Your hidden talent is to embody some of the noble qualities of the King, especially being a protector of the weak. You have the ability to stand up for what is right when facing a menacing majority and would step up to fight to defend what you believe in. You may have a tendency to be rash and impulsive when faced with something that doesn't sit right with you, because you want to confront that and rectify the wrongs committed. You will not take a defeat and will get back up again.

Your quality associated to that talent is that you are full of compassion and look at others with empathy because you have a great understanding of human nature and suffering, and you have a desire to protect that. You are devoted to help people and this helps balance the harshness of you combative spirit.

The caveat is that you might feel like it's a lost battle, or at least that you won't personally see the end of it in your lifetime. You feel like you're doing you won't be the one in the parade at the end of the battle because you will be long gone. What you don't see is that you can still help others in the present.

What you can give others with this talent is that your bravery is infectious. You lift them up, give them courage and they can free themselves in the moment. With you by their side they feel so much stronger.

And when faced with a loss, you are, again, here to help people grieve and be a shoulder to cry on, listening to their pain with empathy, which helps them tremendously.

And for the reason why it is hidden, I think the need just hasn't arisen at this stage of your life. You will need to reach a form of completion and to move on from the idea that things are perfect to the desire to put things in motion again and start a new chapter. A content heart doesn't strive for change.

PILE 4

Cards: Aletheia, Wheel of Fortune Rx + The Moon Rx + 9 of Swords Rx + Queen of Cups + The Empress + Justice

You hidden talent is the ability to speak the truth on what's hidden and trigger changes for those you bring the news to. I see you being able to detect lies easily. It can trigger fears in others because they might not want to see what you reveal.

You are able to see through the confusion and pierce through the illusion, and thus, bring vitality back where there was just fog and stagnation. It might make you feel a bit lonely and isolated at times due to feeling misunderstood. I don't think you have come to term with that talent yet so you may fail to see the good in it.

Because your strong intuitive gift of being able to see your emotions so clearly can bring a lot of healing and clarity to people, especially if you wield it with kindness and compassion. You may get back a lot of love and consideration from helping others.

Because you can help people release who takes advantage of them by shining light on their lies, especially if they are over-dependant and attached to this person or situation.

As to why it is hidden, you may not believe that you deserve to speak up and that you have the right to do so and would feel like you're being manipulative when it doesn't have to be the case.

[invisible-pink-toast]

god just the idea that each of the death's so far in yellowjackets can be traced back to the person who loved them the most. even if they meant no harm, even if they did but they didn't mean to kill them. whether it really is their fault or not, they are left with overwhelming grief and guilt.

like laura lee and lottie

lottie went to laura lee for advice about visions from god

during the batism lottie saw a vision of fire and light around laura lee that scared her

laura lee interpreted it as being touched by the holy spirit

laura lee believes these are messages from god - asking for a sign and then having the bird appear next to her and fly away, lottie taking the birds place.

laura lee believes it is her purpose to save everyone by flying the plane to safety

lottie watches as laura lee is engulfed in fire and light when the plane explodes.

shauna and jackie

jackie giving up and stopping eating after finding out shauna's lies and that jeff is the baby's father. she doesn't eat the mushrooms and is the only (unintentionally) sober person at doomcoming

jackie wanting to sleep with travis being entangled with her feelings for shauna (romantic or not). being able to "be on the same level" as shauna if they're not virgins, trying to understand that sex must be "the greatest thing" if it meant shauna betraying their friendship for it

jackie sleeping with travis firmly alienating her from the other yellowjackets. shauna nearly killing travis being the start of their final argument

shauna releasing a decade of suppressed rage, jealousy and insecurity on jackie in two minutes - and then standing her ground when jackie demands she leave the cabin

jackie leaves / is exiled from the cabin to sleep outside

shauna refuses to go out and apologise

jackie dies in her sleep with it snows.

misty and crystal/kristin

misty destroying the black box is the reason they are all stuck there

crystal showing misty how much their friendship means by telling her secrets

misty offering to go with crystal to empty the bucket so she won't be alone doing the worst chore

they continue to tell each other deeper and deeper secrets until misty confesses about the black box when they're near the cliff. crystal wants nothing to do with misty and misty panics about losing her friend and about her secret getting out

misty threatens to kill crystal if she doesn't keep the secret, getting up in her face

crystal steps back away from misty and falls off the cliff.

travis & natalie and javi

javi runs away after seeing the team try to hunt travis during doomcoming. travis is nearly killed but natalie saves him

travis and natalie searching for javi while hunting. travis is focused only on finding javi, not wanting to search areas again even if they are better hunting spots

natalie finds the moose in the lake and the team break the ice trying to get it out. it falls through and natalie nearly goes after it, travis pulls her back

javi being the reason why travis and natalie fall apart (when he turns up alive and it's revealed she faked his death to try and help travis move on), and then come back together (when travis sees natalie being able to connect with javi through her kindness)

the starving team decides to draw cards to choose who will be sacrificed for food. natalie draws the card. shauna holding the knife to her throat is just like at doomcoming, and travis saves natalie

travis is held back after natalie runs for it, travis begs javi for help. javi runs after natalie

javi tries to take natalie to a safe spot but on the lake finds a single weaker spot where the ice breaks and he falls through

natalie tries to save him from drowning but is forced to make the decision between her life and trying to save javi

javi drowns in the frozen lake.

natalie & lottie and travis

lottie believes that the wilderness symbol is one of protection. she helps travis in his grief and panic and he begins to believe in the rituals

natalie and travis become each other's crutches, relying on each other to an unhealthy co-dependant degree. they try to numb their pain using drugs.

natalie overdoses and travis gets the EMTS. when she comes to she tells travis that "they brought It back with us"

travis disappears on natalie, changing his name

natalie gets travis' new contact details from misty and calls him, and he hangs up

travis is going through some kind of break, believing that It is there and that if he gets close to death he can communicate with it. he contacts lottie who comes to try and help him

lottie falls asleep and travis sneaks out, leaving the message "tell nat she was right" behind

travis is determined to communicate with It (most likely in a death dream with javi) or die trying, and has set up the symbol in candles. and lottie concedes to help him to try and keep him safe

lottie has her own vision / hallucination of laura lee and is distracted

travis hangs above the symbol. lottie sees it happen. natalie finds his body.

misty & lottie and natalie

lottie spies on natalie after travis' death. she has her acolytes kidnap natalie, to save her from committing suicide. she wants natalie to stay at the compound to try and heal. she encourages natalie's friendship with lisa

misty is determined to find natalie after she's kidnapped, and joins the cult even after natalie has told her to go

lottie asks misty to stay. and misty contacts the other survivors and brings them there

lottie now believes that they brought it back with them, and that the only way to fix things is to sacrifice one of them again. misty breaks into lottie's cupboard (where the shotgun is) to get her phone.

they have a hunt. misty brings a lethal dose of fentanyl as back up

lottie says that natalie was the wilderness' favourite and natalie pulls a knife on her. lisa appears with the shotgun to defend lottie and confront them

misty goes to use the fentanyl on lisa and natalie puts herself between them, sacrificing herself by taking the needle

misty holds natalie while she dies

it's just the:

I killed my best friend. The only person… I loved. The only person who knew me.

of it all.

[ultimategenshintournament]

Ultimate Genshin Tournament: Round 5

Propaganda below cut

Venti:

calls the Traveler "his warrior" plus he's like our long-time friend??? He basically asked us out during the alchemy event???? You can choose to bring him up during the fight with Signora????? He's the best idc

He. Is. Amazing. So many layers, so interesting...So much trauma and potential...Not to mention look how AWESOME he is generally!!! He's kind and caring towards everybody, and also carefree and mischievous!!! How can you not love him??

he’s TOO GOOD for this world- he’s just a little guy!! Like he cares for his nation and the people of Mondstadt SO MUCH it hurts when people say he doesn’t. Like, my poor trauma-driven little mega-powerful war god who’s actually just a tiny little wind spirit honoring his dead friend!!!! I love him so much

his lore means he gets brought up almost every patch. he convinced a bunch of the most lethal women in Teyvat to have tea instead of screwing him up. he would always rather take the path of least resistance. he’s the three time best bard in Mond. he never seeks glory, only wishes to offer it to others. he was a better father to Diona than her real one five minutes into meeting her. he gives Glory whispers of what the world looks like so she can navigate. when a nun of his own church denied his identity he decided to run a heist to steal back an item that is only holy because it is his. he keeps his misery and loneliness trapped within, and does his best to bring joy to every person he meets. how can you not love him? 

He's Venti. How do you beat that? Answer: you don't. You can't. 

they say that an nation is most like their archon but is the anemo archon a god that took after the people's traits or did the people take their archons traits (the only correct answer is that venti took after old mond's people traits and it's so disgustingly sweet, he's a lil baby who cared so much that he kept old mond's wishes heard and their dream a reality — of freedom (without a god, as much as he could) where humanity leads trust. he left mondstadt because he trusted that humanity would do that right thing always but then he got betrayed by the Lawrence clan but he forgave them???! the anemo archon gave them no punishment , but mondstadt did . venti has me ugly crying

Kaeya:

He's cool, he's mysterious, he wears an eyepatch, he has a super tragic backstory, he's good with kids, he takes care of his friends, what's not to love!!!

despite all the hardships he’s suffered, he’s still such a kind person 

This is the character of the everyman. Everyone should love Kaeya because he's with you no matter what. He has the great mystery of his origins and his damage with his family and his brother, but he is with you til the end. That's what makes him so special to me

Furina:

girl deserves therapy and hugs and the best life in the WORLD because oh boy she went through a lot!!!! wouldn't pretending to be a god for 500 years with no support mess you up? and yet she still kept on going for her people!! she wanted to save her nation from a doomsday prophecy and she DID

After act 5 she deserves the world :(

“If all the people of Fontaine are on one side, and I am on the other…is it not obvious where the scales of suffering should tilt?” NO IT ISNT YOU’RE JUST ABNORMALLY SELFLESS AND INCREDIBLE AND PERSISTENT. Even the Archons praise Furina’s name and say she is a human with strength and capability worthy of an Archon. That’s not even to speak of Focalors. She snapped at Arlecchino only when the Harbinger implied that Furina had done nothing to preserve her people from the flood. Meanwhile every minute she was working to prevent the prophecy. A month after we took her to court and almost got her killed she agreed to help us direct a play, a favor for a favor