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jeanie-g · 9 days ago

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for the autumn mini fic thing, #25 haunted houses and the pairing jamie and trevor?

(i apologize if this isn't one of your pairings)

i'm BACK! and yes ofc they are one of my pairings!! :)) this one took a hot minute, but i didn't forget about you ;) it's also maybe my longest prompt fill lol

also, very slight nsfw

[#25] haunted houses

Jamie's at the stove, cooking breakfast for two. Trevor's sitting with one leg underneath him on a barstool by the island, scrolling through TikToks with his AirPods in. It's a typical Monday morning, the sizzling of egg whites interrupted by Trevor's amused snorts every couple of minutes.

A year ago, he wouldn't have admitted it, but Jamie loves this brand of domesticity. He loves being reminded that he gets to live and work with his boyfriend—his best friend—gets to deflect his shots in practice and cook him food and hear him laugh and kiss his lovely, pretty face whenever he wants. Even when they aren't talking, or doing anything of note, just being in each other's proximity is everything.

As if on cue, Trevor picks his head up, popping out his AirPods. "What are we doing this weekend?"

"Whatever you want," Jamie muses, turning the sausages to brown the other sides.

Trevor seems to know he's caught Jamie in a good mood, bent to capitalize on it, because he smiles innocently and asks, "Can we go to a haunted house?"

And Jamie should have seen this coming.

Jamie hates haunted houses. Not like they're scary or anything—they're just corny and gross (and awkward when he has to interact with any of the actors). He went to enough when he was a teenager and all his friends were obsessed with retro slashers; he doesn't want to put himself through more unnecessary torture.

Trevor, on the other hand, loves them, even though he doesn't have the best track record with horror. Too many times has he crawled into their bed after the newest A24 flick and snuggled up right to Jamie, pleading for him to keep his bed lamp on.

Trevor knows Jamie hates haunted houses, but he's been trying to get him to go to one all month, it being October and all. He keeps saying that Jamie just hasn't been to the "right one" yet, but Jamie's never budged.

"But it's so cool, Jim," Trevor whines. He scrolls through TikToks on his phone that sounds like they're advertising it, audio bits cutting in and out as he leans over the counter to shove his phone in Jamie's face.

Jamie snatches it away and looks for himself. POVs of walkthroughs play, narrated by that annoying robot voice that Jamie loathes. To Trevor's credit, it does look objectively impressive—obviously high budget, with elaborate set pieces and convincing actors with wicked SFX makeup. Still.

He hands Trevor's phone back to him. "It looks cool, Trev, but I'm not going."

Trevor pouts. Jamie shouldn't find it cute; it never ends well.

"You have to come," Trevor says. "It'd be so lame if I went alone."

Jamie turns back to the stove, giving the eggs a few more pokes before plating them. "Why don't you ask Jack to come? Jersey is playing us in, like, a week-and-a-half."

Trevor sighs. "I would, but that'd just turn into Jack bringing Nico, and I'd end up the third wheel—which is objectively worse than going alone."

Jamie chuckles, depositing Trevor's plate in front of him.

"Please?" Trevor asks, basically begs, but Jamie just gives him an eyeful.

Eventually, Trevor gives up, dropping his head with a groan. He picks up his fork and takes a bite. "You're so lame sometimes," he says. "These are really good, though."

Jamie snorts, and plates some food for himself. Drysdale: 1, Zegras: 0.

All Jamie has to do is keep sidelining this until the end of October, and Trevor will finally give it up.

It grows annoying, though, with Trevor slipping this stupid haunted house into almost every conversation they have over the next few days, between them and with the guys.

"Yeah, there's this crazy place downtown that's going mad viral," he says casually to Mason as they gear up before the Avs. "Jimmy here won't go with me, though."

Mason raises his eyebrows, turning his head towards Jamie. "You scared, JD?"

Jamie rolls his eyes. "Yeah, scared of my arm falling off from how tight Trevor'd squeeze it."

Mason laughs and Trevor goes pink. Jamie smirks at him. Two can play at this game.

And Jamie can, until he can't.

Four days later, Jamie gets a hat trick and Trevor is on him the moment they enter the player's parking garage. It isn't long before they're necking in the passenger seat of Jamie's car while Trevor not-so-subtly rolls his hips against Jamie's.

"It's not everyday a defenseman gets a hat trick, Jim," Trevor whispers, his breath tickling Jamie's ear. "That warrants some celebration, don't you think?"

Trevor ducks down to kiss him, and the car is already so hot. It takes all of Jamie's strength to unattach himself from him. "We can't here, Trev. What if someone sees us?"

Trevor shrugs noncomittally. "They're all still showering. Besides, it's more thrilling this way." Trevor accentuates his point by rolling his hips again.

Jamie bucks up into it, cursing his no good having dick.

"Trevor," Jamie scolds, but it sounds weak to his own ears.

Trevor sits back, defiant. "I bet I can make you come in under three minutes."

That throws Jamie off, and he chokes out a laugh.

Trevor seems affronted. "What? You don't think I can?"

And listen, Trevor is hot; Trevor is the best Jamie's ever had, but three minutes?

At Jamie's lack of a response, Trevor's brow furrows—the exact same expression he gets right before a face-off. It makes Jamie's abdomen tighten in a mix of fear and anticipation.

"If I do, you’ve gotta come to the haunted house with me," Trevor says.

That gets another laugh out of Jamie. Trevor doesn't budge though, head pointed quizzically. Jamie meets his eye, and—fuck, he can feel himself filling out. Why does competition have to turn him on so much?

"You know what? Fine. But I don't think you—"

"Set a timer."

And then Trevor's mouth is on his again, he's shifting up to unbuckle Jamie's pants, and he gets a hand on him.

And well, there's a reason Jamie never was a betting man.

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The place is called "Macabre Manor". The marquee looks decent enough—its letters dripping fake blood and ooze while floating over a creepy ghost face—but Jamie's still dragging his feet as he and Trevor approach the line wrapped around the building.

Now, Jamie's a man of his word, and he's here, but never in their agreement did it say he couldn't complain about it.

"How long will it take for us to get in there?" he asks, the two of them joining the end of the line.

"Well, the experience is about 30 minutes—"

"30 minutes?" Jamie shoves his hands into his pockets. "I thought this was gonna be, like, a walkthrough."

"It is, but it's like, guided, or whatever. There's lots of lore."

Trevor has this cute, determined face on. Jamie can't help but poke him. "Are you sure you won't get scared?"

Trevor scoffs. "I'll be fine."

Jamie points behind him. "Because we can go right now..."

Trevor gives him an eyeful. "You cheater. I won fair and square and you know it. Shall I remind you of your stats?"

Jamie flushes pink and drops his hand. He didn't know what it was: the semi-public setting, the competitive aspect, or Trevor's gorgeous mouth as he—

"Fine," Jamie says, putting his hand back in his pocket. "You'll get scared, though. I know you."

Trevor loops him arm into the crook of Jamie's. "Well, I'll have my great protector right there with me."

And Jamie wants to counter that, but his head always gets syrupy whenever Trevor talks like that. Shit.

Despite the ludicrous runtime, the line moves quickly, and they're almost at the front when one of the workers greets them and asks how many are in their party. Trevor excitedly holds up two fingers, and the worker nods.

"The experience is tailored for parties of 4-6, so we're pairing you up with these two," he says, gesturing to the couple in front of them in line—a guy and a girl. "You guys introduce yourselves. You should get to know each other pretty well in there."

The worker ends his spiel with an ominous smirk, and then continues down the line. The two strangers turn to face Trevor and Jamie, a bit thrown off but smiling politely.

"Well, I'll just get the ball rolling then," the girl says, chortling. She's gotta be five feet tall, and her glasses take up half of her face. She’s cute, and seemingly just as excited as Trevor. “I’m Jess."

"I'm Trevor," Trevor greets.

Jamie waves. "Jamie."

Finally, the guy clears his throat, brown hair dusting over his forehead and into his eyes. "I'm Toby."

They seem nice enough, and before he knows it, Trevor's already gabbing with Jess about the cool things they both saw online about this place. Toby, meanwhile, stays quiet. He keeps looking at Jamie, though, smiling and then looking away. The guy is obviously shy—wallflower recognizes wallflower and all that. It's also possible that he recognizes him and Trevor from the Ducks, though that's unlikely this far outside of Anaheim.

Jamie takes the initiative and smiles back at him. It's his duty as a fellow introvert, after all. "You excited for this thing?"

Toby seems spooked at first, like he's surprised Jamie is even talking to him. Then, he chuckles. "Not really, honestly."

Jamie smiles. At least he's honest. He nods towards Jess. "Girlfriend drag you along?"

Oh, we're not dating," he says, eyes bulging. "I—she's just a friend."

"Oh." Jamie says. "Cool."

Toby shrugs. "Uh, but yeah, she dragged me along. I'm not a big horror fan."

"Me neither." He leans in conspiratorially. "I was dragged here, too. But we're in this together, right?"

Jamie winks and Toby goes scarlet. "Yeah. For sure."

"So, do you know anything about this place?"

"Nothing at all."

Jamie laughs, and then Toby laughs, and just like that, they’re talking like old friends. Toby turns out to be pretty cool, though he's weirdly dismissive of Trevor, offering one-word responses whenever he buds into their conversation. Maybe Trevor's too energetic for him; Jamie doesn’t pay it much mind. Trevor looks like he's having a blast with Jess, and Jamie's content to hang back with Toby. He doesn't wanna make him the third wheel, after all.

It's only another twenty minutes until they're at the front of the line, being paraded in by workers dressed like bell hops at the Tower of Terror. A particularly droll-looking one tells them the rules, rambling them off like an automaton.

"No running, no fighting, no drinking, no assaulting the actors, and no lallygagging."

Toby chuckles, leaning over to whisper to Jamie, "Bad news for the Tunnel of Love folks."

Jamie snorts, earning a dead look from the bell hop, which might just be his natural state. Sorry, Jamie mouths.

The bell hop guides them inside, where they're met with a dark, dingy-looking foyer with a set of double doors.

"Have fun," the bell hop chides, and then he's closing their door to the outside, and it begins.

It's not as corny as Jamie thought it would be, all things considered. It seems to be set up into stages, the first being a walkthrough of some sort of murder house. It kind of reminds him of Resident Evil. As they walk through it, small lights illuminating their paths, it's sufficiently spooky. Sure, most of the jump scares are predictable as hell, but some actually make Jamie jump. When one of the actors pops up on his left and taps him on the shoulder, he full on slams into Toby's side, who just chuckles and bumps him back.

Once they reach the next section, the actors start talking to them and expecting answers back. Jamie has to admit it’s kind of fun. The actors are really into it, taking on the personas of various twisted relatives telling them about the “family business”. Trevor and Jess ask them silly questions from the TikToks Trevor showed him. It makes Jamie remember something in those videos about having to “escape” at the end. He mentions this to Toby, who theorizes that it’ll turn into an escape room.

“Should we ask them about it?” Jamie asks.

Toby shrugs. “Wouldn’t hurt.”

They come up with a few questions about what to expect moving forward, and ask the grandmother actress milling about. She just grins, telling them to “look out for the silver key.”

“As cryptic as that sounds, at least it’s a start,” Toby muses.

Jamie brings a hand to his chin, pondering. “Yeah. I doubt it’s something as easy as they key to the exit door, but…”

“Honestly, it could be. Maybe she just wants us to move on so she can go on her lunch."

They laugh, and Toby puts a hand on Jamie's arm. It’s a quick thing, there and gone, but Jamie still clocks it. He smile. He's really glad that he can make Toby feel comfortable—even with a virtual stranger like him.

After this section is another small walkthrough, modeled to look like the house’s backyard. It’s actually impressive as fuck—it really looks like they’re outside, with small, twinkling stars above them and everything. It’s also pretty eerie, nary an actor in sight. The path guides them into a large garden shed, and when Jamie, at the caboose of the group, walks past the doorframe, the door slams shut behind him, making all four of them jump.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Trevor cries, abandoning Jess to run back and grab Jamie’s arm, his whole right side flush with Jamie’s left.

It threw Jamie, too, but Trevor can’t know that. “Getting cold feet, Z?” he asks.

Trevor scoffs, unconvincingly, and doesn’t move an inch. “What are talking about? This is where the fun begins.”

Jamie rolls his eyes, but uses his other hand to stroke his arm soothingly. Toby is weirdly silent beside him, striding across the room to start looking around. Jamie catches Trevor watching him, a glint in his eye that Jamie can’t name.

The room itself is maybe the size of a conservative hotel room, with odd relics on display. In one corner is a dilapidated baby grand piano, and in another is a small, slanted treasure chest sits with a large anvil (?) on top of it, hooked into some sort of pulley system.

Turns out Jamie was right on the money with the whole ‘escape room’ thing, as it's only a few seconds later when a digital clock on the far wall (that Jamie is just now seeing) starts counting down. Whatever it is they have to do, they have fifteen minutes to do it.

Jess and Trevor immediately light up. Jamie can’t help but smile, too. He likes escape rooms, though the only other one he’s been to with Trevor they lost miserably because they ate up half their time making out against the bookcase (don’t ask).

It starts out easy enough. Lights shine on or around objects in the room, and they have notes beside them with riddles. When one is solved, the objects deposit weighty steel beads, which they have to load into a scale in the corner of the room. Every amount offsets the weight of the aforementioned anvil crushing the chest. They need to answer enough riddles to get enough weight off the chest, where Jamie guesses this silver key is.

The four of them (though Jess is undoubtedly carrying) decode each riddle thrown at them, laughing and shouting over each other to say the right answer to one of the many microphones in the room. Some of them are themed to areas of the haunted house, while others are darkly funny or crude.

With four minutes left on the clock, Trevor deposits the last amount of beads needed to lift the anvil. They all cheer, and Toby rushes forward to unlatch the chest and lift up its cover.

When he does, the four of them eagerly poke their heads in to see the bounty. Only confusion remains at the sight of its only occupants—seven small keys, each marked by a different letter, A to G. Taped to the inside of the lid is a note, scrawled in cursive.

You’ve done well, and had your fun

Now pick a key, but only one

All will fit, but have it known

Unless it clicks, you shan't go home

“Okay,” Jess says. “We just pick a key. Simple enough.”

“Yeah, but we can’t just pick a random one,” Trevor argues. “Only one will unlock the door."

"I know that," Jess says, a bit snippy. She's competitive, like Trevor—Jamie's picked up on that at least. "It says here, we only get one shot.”

“Well, how will we know which key it is?” Toby asks.

Jamie frowns. They’re all brass—not one of them silver like the grandmother said to look out for.

“Everyone, fan out and look for clues,” he says. “There’s gotta be something around here that has a letter etched into it or something.”

They break, turning over objects and crouching under paintings to spot any clues. Minutes pass, and they’ve got nothing. Soon enough, only sixty seconds remain.

“Let’s just pick a random one,” Trevor suggests desperately. “We’ve got a one in seven chance, right?”

Jess and Toby murmur in assent, heading for the chest. Jamie doesn’t want to give up so easily, though. He bites his lip and makes another lap around the room, walking past the piano and plinking the keys aimlessly. That’s when he sees it. One of the keys is painted ever-so-slightly silver. Jamie’s eyes bulge. He pictures the scale in his head...

“It’s F!” he cries, heading back towards the chest. “Pick F. Hurry!”

“What?” Toby asks, but Trevor reaches in and grabs it without hesitation, running to the door and jamming it into the lock. Lo and behold, it turns, clicks, and unlocks. The clock freezes with ten seconds left, and then the door opens before them.

“You did it!” Trevor cries, bounding over to Jamie, taking his face in his hands and kissing him square on the mouth. Jamie, on instinct, starts to kiss him back before he realizes where he is. He pulls back, but Trevor (ever shameless) is just giggling, eyes alight. Jamie can’t help but puff his chest with pride.

“Nice one, dude,” Jess says, coming up beside them. She raises her hand to high-five him. He accepts it, chuckling. Her and Trevor bounce their way to the exit, Jamie in tow. Then, he slows.

Toby’s over by the piano, pressing down on the F6 key. He turns as Jamie approaches, smiling small. “‘Watch out for the silver key,’” he quotes. “Clever.”

“Thank the piano lessons my mom forced on me when I was a kid.”

Toby laughs, turning fully to face Jamie. He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “So, I wouldn’t be wrong to assume that you’re taken, huh? I was holding out hope that you two were just really close roommates.”

Jamie goes pink.

Toby chortles mirthlessly. “Thought so. It was nice meeting you, though. I had fun."

Jamie opens his mouth, but closes it. Toby was…Toby liked him?

“See ya around." Toby says.

Jamie blinks a couple times and shakes his head, but before he can say anything, Toby’s out the door.

***

“So, did you have fun?” Trevor asks. They’re on their way home, Trevor driving with one elbow out the window, the latest Billie Eilish song playing softly through the speakers.

“I did, yeah,” Jamie admits. “It was…cool.”

“Ha! Told you. You just had to find the right one." He sticks his tongue out. "Though I bet it helped that you were being flirted with the whole time.”

"What?!" Jamie sputters.

Trevor just laughs. "You didn't think I would notice someone else trying to pick up my man?"

"No! I mean, yes. I mean..." Jamie scrubs his face. "I didn't even know he was flirting with me."

"I figured as much. You're oblivious, babe. About halfway through, I looked over and Toby was watching you like my mom's dog watches a tuna can."

Jamie wrinkles his nose. "Gross." Then, it dawns on him. "Wait, is that why you kissed me?"

Trevor shrugs, but his grin only widens. "Had to show 'em who you belonged to."

Jamie isn't proud of the way he flushes immediately, blood going towards his face (and other regions).

And if he makes Trevor pull over onto an access road so they can finish what he started back there, well, that's no one's business but their own.

#oblivious but down bad jamie and bratty but protective trevor my beloveds!!#uh can you tell i've only ever gone to one haunted house? lol #tzjd #fic request #jeanie's mailbox

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lostcybertronian · 1 year ago

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Egotober - Day 5

Prompt: Jar

Prompts by @tracobuttons

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The camera sat still and untended, its lens focused entirely on a large Mason jar filled with twigs and leaves. Dangling from one particularly large twig was a cocoon of some kind, lumpy and green.

From the time stamp in the upper left corner, the camera had been watching this cocoon for some time. Occasionally it’d catch the odd blur in the periphery, or a snatch of conversation.

A few days passed, night and day demarcated by fits of dim. The cocoon cracked, a pair of silky, wrinkled wings emerged, attached to black thorax attached to six spindly legs that scrabbled their way free of the husk to cling to the twig.

It had just begun to unfurl its wings for the first time when a shadow passed over it. The screen of the camera flickered red-blue-gray as a grayed hand reached down, touched the jar with one finger.

The butterfly crumpled, its wings shredded themselves. It fell from the twig to the earthy green curl of a dying leaf, a long way to go for such a small creature.

The hand retreated, color returned to normal, and all was quiet.

Another day passed. And then-

“Our butterfly, Jim!” A pair of hands picked up the camera, reduced the view to blurs of color before it focused on two near-identical faces. The Jim Twins. “Where is it?”

“I wonder if it’s hiding.” One Jim spun the camera back around to view the jar while the other unscrewed the lid and peered around inside. It was only a moment before his shoulders slumped.

“Not hiding. Dead, Jim.” He said, and the Jim behind the camera let out an audible groan.

“Maybe if we go through the footage, Jim, we can see where we went wrong.” The Jim with the jar suggested. “Let’s go do it now, Jim.”

“Excellent idea, Jim!” Cameraman Jim hefted the camera to his shoulder, catching an excellent close up of Field Reporter Jim’s face as he scooped up the jar. The last shot was another blur as they left.

#egotober2023 #the jim twins #darkiplier #markiplier egos #writersofmark #fanfiction #lostandwandering #lost writing tag #horror #humor

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jules-has-notes · 10 months ago

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New Bern, NC — VoicePlay live performances

Even as they were swiftly approaching the completion of nearly 100 shows at Disney World for the season, VoicePlay popped up to North Carolina for a full holiday concert on the weekend before Christmas.

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With the amount of travel Americans tend to do between Thanksgiving and Christmas, this comedic medley is extra relatable during the holiday season. If only all of our family sing-a-longs sounded this good.

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title: Road Trip

original songs / performers: [1:27] "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" by Tiny Tim; [1:45] "Orinoco Flow" by Enya; [2:03] "Cum On Feel the Noize" by Quiet Riot; [3:12] "Big Shot" by Billy Joel; [3:25] "I Wanna Rock" by Twisted Sister; [3:34] "Voices Carry" by ’Til Tuesday; [3:52] "Shout" by Tears For Fears; [4:07] "Why Can't We Be Friends?" by War; [4:17] "That Smell" by Lynyrd Skynyrd; [5:00] "Hard to Say I'm Sorry" by Chicago; [6:25] "We Just Disagree" by Dave Mason; [6:45] "Hello" by Adelle

written by: "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" by Al Dubin & Joe Burke; "Orinoco Flow" by Eithne "Enya" Pádraigín Ní Bhraonáin & Roma Ryan; "Cum On Feel the Noize" by Noddy Holder & Jim Lea; "Big Shot" by Billy Joel; "I Wanna Rock" by Dee Snider; "Voices Carry" by Robert Holmes, Aimee Mann, Michael Hausman, & Joey Pesce; "Shout" by Roland Orzabal & Ian Stanley; "Why Can't We Be Friends?" by Papa Dee Allen, Harold Ray Brown, B.B. Dickerson, Lonnie Jordan, Charles Miller, Lee Oskar, Howard E. Scott, & Jerry Goldstein; "That Smell" by Allen Collins & Ronnie Van Zant; "Hard to Say I'm Sorry" by Peter Cetera & David Foster; "Hello" by Adele Adkins & Greg Kurstin

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci

performance date: 20 December 2015

My favorite bits:

Eli starting to doze off and tip over until he's startled awake by Earl's yelp

Tony using his flowy jacket as a blanket

sleepy Geoff rubbing his eyes as he's rudely awakened by the bickering

Earl's little bunny nose sniffing

the exchange of annoyed watch tapping

Layne almost getting Eli to break with the different interruption

Trivia:

VoicePlay made a professionally filmed version of this medley / skit during the 2014 Sing-Off tour.

Layne usually interrupts with "Royals" by Lorde, but sometimes changes it up, as he does here, to try to make the other guys laugh.

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These guys love The Nightmare Before Christmas, and have recorded several songs from its fantastic soundtrack. But this was the first one to join their live show repertoire.

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title: What's This?

original performers: Danny Elfman as Jack Skellington in The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

written by: Danny Elfman

arranged by: Layne Stein

performance date: 20 December 2015

My favorite bits:

those lovely opening harmonies

Tony excitedly getting in everybody's personal space

the alternating pliés and relevés to emulate the carolers' vehicle in the movie

♫ "I might possibly go daffy…" ♫ followed by Layne putting a quack in his percussion line

slo-mo snowball fight!

♫ "cozy in their dre-eam ⇓ laaand ⇓" ♫ "That was weird." "Sorry."

their monster walks as they regroup

that sharp, clean final chord

Trivia:

This song was a staple of their holiday shows for many years, particularly during their Disney World residencies for Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party.

They finally recorded it with J.None for their 2017 holiday EP "Warm Up", and filmed a video to go with it that they released at Halloween of that year.

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This bouncy tune is a great way to get an audience dancing in their seats, and VoicePlay alway performs it with gusto. Meet the guys, and hear a little of what they can do.

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title: For Once In My Life

original performer: Stevie Wonder

written by: Ron Miller & Orlando Murden

arranged by: VoicePlay

performance date: 20 December 2015

My favorite bits:

Earl and Tony starting to step-touch together, then just giving in to the groove

everyone else cutting out for Eli's ♫ "won't desert me-e-e" ♫ riff then coming back in behind ♫ "I'm not alone anymore" ♫

everyone getting a moment in the spotlight for an introduction

those jazzy scatting lines leading into the key change

and a lovely ending chord

Trivia:

This song had been part of their live shows since their 4:2:Five days. The earliest clip I've found is from a performance in 2011 when their friend Jarrett Johnson subbed for Ryan.

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Listening to this song is certainly a treat, but watching them perform it is at least half the fun. Sometimes friends being a little competitive makes them all better.

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title: Elvira

original performers: The Oak Ridge Boys

written by: Dallas Frazier

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci

performance date: 20 December 2015

My favorite bits:

Tony startling Earl by skittering his fingertips down the back of his head

troublemaker Eli encouraging Earl to take center stage

that glorious pop timbre in Tony's solo

Geoff reclaiming the spotlight with that extra deep ♫ "mow mow" ♫

the "Earl can go low, too" gag is never not funny

the other guys' expectant expressions in the back during the tense final confrontation

and that big ending is always fantastic

Trivia:

This number was a longtime fan favorite staple in their live shows, including the 2015 Sing-Off tour.

Because the visual component of this performance is such an interaction with the audience, they have never filmed a video for it, but there is an audio recording available through their Patreon.

Geoff also helped arrange the version that their pals in Home Free recorded with The Oak Ridge Boys earlier in the year.

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Anyone who grew up watching the Rankin-Bass stop-motion animated holiday specials knows these songs. But most people have never heard them quite like this.

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title: Frosty the Snowman & Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

original songs / performers: "Frosty the Snowman" by Gene Autry; "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" by Eddie Cantor

written by: "Frosty the Snowman" by Walter "Jack" Rollins & Steve Nelson; "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" by J. Fred Coots & Haven Gillespie

arranged by: VoicePlay

performance date: 20 December 2015

My favorite bits:

Layne letting his inner kid out during the intro banter

Eli's smooth delivery on the opening lines

the harmonic stacking in ♫ "when they placed it on his head" ♫

those syncopated backing vocals during Earl's "Santa Claus" verse

Eli flailing in the back when the other guys start rapping

that crunchy ending section

Trivia:

The boys started performing this mashup during their 4:2:Five days. The earliest recording I've found is from their stint as castmembers in the Polar Express Conductors holiday show at SeaWorld in 2011. (Go hear Layne sing bass!)

It was a staple of VoicePlay's holiday shows for many years, particularly during their Disney World residencies for Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party.

They recorded a swingier version of "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" with their friend Michael Andrew for their 2012 holiday album "Peppermint Winter".

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It can be easy to overlook even the most talented vocal percussionist in an audio mix. Your ears forget that all those beats are coming out of a human body. But those skills are undeniable when he's the only one on stage.

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title: Layne's drum solo

written & arranged by: Layne Stein

performance date: 20 December 2015

My favorite bits:

that initial deep kick

the random squawk

dropping into a half-time groove before transitioning into a more electronic section

♫ "Ding!" ♫

and the big finish

Trivia:

Percussion solos are a time honored tradition among modern a cappella groups. It can also be fun to hear beatboxers' differing styles when they team up as they did during the 2014 and 2015 Sing-Off tours.

When Layne started up again at the end, he was transitioning them into the start of "A Crimpella".

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VoicePlay don't just have one crowd-pleasing medley of phonations. They've also got a holiday version. There really are a lot of unusual lyrics in Christmas carols, and these guys make them incredibly fun.

(I think I caught everything, but if I missed a song, please let me know so I can track it down and add it to the list.)

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title: "Most of the Songs" holiday medley

original songs / performers: "Mele Kalikimaka" by Bing Crosby & The Andrews Sisters; [0:06] "Pat-a-pan", French / English carol; [0:08] "Deck the Halls", English carol; [0:14] "Frosty the Snowman" by Gene Autry; [0:18] "Carol of the Bells", English carol; [0:27] "Coventry Carol", English carol; [0:41] "Welcome Christmas" from How the Grinch Stole Christmas (1966); [0:55] "Hava Nagila", Jewish folk song; [1:03] "I Have a Little Dreidel", children's Hannukah song; [1:08] "Angels We Have Heard on High", French / English carol; [1:31] "Up on the Housetop" by Gene Autry; [1:38] "Dominick the Donkey" by Lou Monte; [2:00] "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" by Gene Autry; [2:03] "Jingle Bells", American carol; [2:06] "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" from The Nutcracker; [2:38] "We Wish You a Merry Christmas", English carol

written by: "Mele Kalikimaka" by R. Alex Anderson; "Pat-a-pan" by Bernard de La Monnoye; "Deck the Halls" English lyrics by Thomas Oliphant, set to 16th century melody from Welsh carol "Nos Galan"; "Frosty the Snowman" by Walter "Jack" Rollins & Steve Nelson; "Carol of the Bells" English lyrics by Peter Wilhousky, melody from Ukranian New Year's song "Shchedryk" by Mykola Leontovych; "Coventry Carol" 16th century English Christmas carol; "Welcome Christmas" by Albert Hague; "Hava Nagila" by Moshe Nathanson & Abraham Zevi Idelsohn; "I Have a Little Dreidel" English lyrics by Samuel S. Grossman, melody by Samuel E. Goldfarb; "Angels We Have Heard on High" English lyrics by James Chadwick, to the traditional French tune "Gloria" as arranged by Edward Shippen Barnes; "Up on the Housetop" by Benjamin Hanby; "Dominick the Donkey" by Ray Allen, Sam Saltzberg, & Wandra Merrell; "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer" by Johnny Marks; "Jingle Bells" by James Lord Pierpont; "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky; "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" modern arrangement by Arthur Warrell

arranged by: VoicePlay

performance date: 20 December 2015

My favorite bits:

Tony's little salsa groove as the beat kicks in

the adorable swaying choreography during "Welcome Christmas"

some Hannukah representation for the two Jewish band members

Geoff's robust "ho ho ho" 🎅

Earl's wonderful braying for "Dominick the Donkey"

Eli's exaggerated air bass at the start of "Sugar Plum"

that final descending drum fill from Layne

Trivia:

This medley also dates back to their 4:2:Five era and the SeaWorld Polar Express Conductors show. (Go hear Geoff beatbox!)

It was a staple of VoicePlay's holiday shows for many years, particularly during their Disney World residencies for Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party.

#VoicePlay #live performance #a cappella #Christmas music #music #video #long post #link-o-rama

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big-boah-2 · 2 years ago

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Y'all I had a WILD RED DEAD DREAM last night. Vivid AF.

It was first person where everything happened like normal except it was modern day AU, but there were no cars, only horses. That's the only difference. Everything was kind of steampunk.

There was a safehouse in Valentine, a decent abandoned house near Horseshoe Overlook where Sadie, Arthur, and I met up after Micah escaped Beaver Hollow (Arthur didn't have TB.) After a few peaceful days the Pinkertons descended upon us, there was a bloodbath, we shot a bunch of guys and escaped on horseback up north to Canada. Arthur spun a yarn just like Hosea and we were able to get in via the Amtrak in the middle of nowhere, north North Dakota.

I vividly remember passing parks and going into a city and seeing the houseless folks and being like "I hope there's beaches or something here because we will be houseless and jobless, which is fine but shitty that I can never see my partner or family again being a national fugitive and all."

We depart the train and go separate ways. Sadie goes to some guys house that she knows, Arthur is bumming it on the street, and I'm pretending I'm a journalist studying nature/doing photography for National Geographic (I just realized I might've been Albert Mason???)

So eventually we all get caught like 2 weeks later and get sent to prison. Somehow it's a mixed gender prison bc Canada made sense in my dream I guess. Somehow Sadie got out on a technicality during her arrest (know your rights!) and then she helped me and Arthur escape from prison like in the game but no hot air balloon just a hole under the fence lol!

We somehow get back over the border into America in the middle of nowhere and I remember being like "How the hell are John and Abigail owning a HOUSE and not on the RUN this is crazy???" Because we see his and Arthur's Wanted posters in the first town. We decide it's safer to split up again. I debate seeing my partner back near Valentine, Sadie decides to to back to the safehouse (why, I don't know.)

So a few months go by, I'm working on a ranch Jim Milton style in Montana. Sadie shows up on her horse and is like "I need help, I've been living with Jake's friend in Valentine because the safehouse is being occupied by none other than Agent Milton as a trophy." For some reason I think it's a good idea to help her because I'm itching and bored. We have no idea where Arthur is.

So we go back to the house, which I just realized is the safehouse from Detroit: Become Human where that awesome Black lady runs the hideout. Milton is there reading the newspaper at the kitchen table and Sadie shoots him through the window, headshot, he's dead. We bury the body a ways away and celebrate and make it our home again feeling safe.

A week later, Arthur shows up, after hearing Milton was dead. Apparently Sadie is like... running Valentine instead of the O'Driscolls at this point with some kickass gal pals which is why I felt so safe. Arthur is a hot mess, he's been a gun for hire all over New Hanover like the very smart man Arthur is... /s

But we're so happy to have him back. And the peace lasts a few weeks, then Micah shows up. And were like Jesus Christ just what we need. He tells us to join his and Dutch's gang at Mount Hagen otherwise he's going to kill us there and then. He was all happy and thanking us for killing Agent Milton and the other Pinkertons after Beaver Hollow. It was gross. Micah in first person IRL in a VIVID DREAM where I could see his PORES, y'all it was nasty.

We roll our eyes and agree to join to get him out of our hair, but he takes Arthur in the kitchen area and tells us to stay put. Of course we don't stay put, Sadie notices Micah has one of those red guns to Arthur's stomach and is hissing at him about how he's a traitor and Dutch has plans for him and how he was gonna go baaaad things to Sadie. I was going to kill him after that statement, but Sadie whacked him over the head with an oil lamp that was on the kitchen table. Micah just laughs but he's covered in oil. Arthur stumbles back to the living room in shock, Sadie throws another oil lamp down from the top of the fireplace and yells at us to get outside.

Micah is laughing maniacally and the place smells of gas and I know what's about to happen. Sadie lights a match, throws it at Micah, and we all dive off the front porch before the place goes up in flames. Why she couldn't have just shot him and why she ruined our safehouse?? I don't know. We hid in the woods behind the house near Horseshoe basically and I'm missing my partner really bad, Arthur is so tired of all this he's also got gray hair and is 1911 Arthur now lol.

The next morning, our little camp is surrounded by Pinkertons and we decide to just give up and surrender. But Sadie isn't going down without a fight. The Pinkertons kill Arthur and I mourn for .2 seconds before Sadie quickdraws and shoots 3 Pinkertons. I just split into the woods during the chaos, and I hear footsteps behind me so I know it's over. But then it's silent and I hear Sadie whispering like, "Don't worry my friends in town will take care of it."

Turns out she's the new Colm O'Driscoll. I was like fucking WHAT.

So we go to Six Point Cabin and there's like 15 O'Driscolls she's bossing around and they treat her like a queen. I'm treated like a king too. Then my now ex-partner shows up and looks slightly different from IRL but he doesn't talk to me, pretends that I'm invisible and it was heartbreaking. He talks to one of the O'Driscoll guards, then turns to me and says, "I just wanted to see if you were alive. Now I see you are, and that must be unfortunate." And walks away?? I was like wtf you dick but I was wrecked.

Shortly after, the O'Driscolls protect us from the Pinkertons that show up. I hear a helicopter and I'm like "Here comes the damn drones" out loud.

And then I woke up. Writing it down, I just realized I'm pretty sure my partner was a 🐀🐀🐀

That's it, that's the dream!

#long post #text post #rdr2 #rdr2 dream #funny dream #funny stuff #arthur morgan #self insert?? lol #sadie adler #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 au #red dead #rdr2 posting

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adamwatchesmovies · 1 year ago

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Holiday Inn (1942)

For many reasons, Holiday Inn is a classic but one particular scene prevents it from being a film you'd happily watch over and over. It makes me uncomfortable for multiple reasons but I can kinda-sorta defend it in this movie because of the context in which it's used. It sounds like a weak argument but hold on, listen to what I’ve got to say before you judge. Even if the scene in particular is a deal-breaker, there's a solution.

Jim Hardy (Bing Crosby), his fiancé Lila Dixon (Virginia Dale) and Ted Hanover (Fred Astaire) are a trio of successful singer-dancers. As Jim prepares to retire from the hustle-and-bustle of non-stop performances to live on a farm with his future wife… his partners announce they have no intention of stopping and ditch him. Finding the farm life back-breaking, he converts his home into “Holiday Inn”, an entertainment venue open only on holidays and featuring elaborate dance and musical numbers. The first performer to join Jim's new troupe is Linda Mason (Marjorie Reynolds), whom he quickly falls for but is afraid to show his feelings to due to a broken heart.

Plot-wise, there’s plenty going on. After Holiday Inn is up and running, Linda catches the eye of Ted and his agent, Danny Reed (Walter Abel). They don’t know what her name is, which prompts Jim to hide her from the two and try to keep her “for himself”. It creates all sorts of drama and comedic situations between the whopping twelve original numbers featured throughout this musical. The best and most well-known is White Christmas - yes, this is where that tune comes from. It's never been better than here. The song is romantic and beautiful. Seeing it in its original context fills your heart with warmth. Overall, this is a charming, romantic story filled with sometimes insecure and often messy characters. This is one of those movies that on paper would look awful but in action, works. Big credit goes to Marjorie Reynolds, Bing Crosby and Fred Astaire, who are great together.

Now let’s address the giant stain at the center of this story; the reason why you’ll probably wind up seeing an edited version of it on TV. Once Jim realizes that Ted is searching for Linda, he is desperate to find a way to hide her from his former partner. Unfortunately, he also needs to keep his clients happy with a stage number for Lincoln’s Birthday (February 12, for those who don’t know). His solution is to run the minstrel show number Abraham. This means Crosby and Reynolds (along with the band) appear in blackface so that no one watching will recognize them. It makes your skin crawl and isn’t helped by the limited amount of dialogue given to the black actors in the film (other than Louise Beavers, there aren't any other people of colour in significant roles) but as far as uses of a racist, offensive and disrespectful form of theatrical make-up, it’s probably the least offensive version you’ll see because it's less of a "let's make fun of Black people/find a way to avoid hiring Black actors in our movie" and more of a "hey, it's ok to use this as a costume/disguise, right?". It's still not ideal, but it could've been much worse.

A standout moment in Holiday Inn has aged so poorly that it threatens to derail the entire film. The rest is a funny, romantic and entertaining holiday story. The dance numbers are outstandingly shot, staged and performed. It’s extra exciting to watch because of how few edits break up the footwork and because you know the people making those moves were really doing them. No wires or backgrounds were removed via computer effects. As for the songs, they range from pretty good to instant classics. In the end, I choose not to judge Holiday Inn for its worst scene and would rather focus on its strongest moments. If you don’t think you can, this is one instance where I would break my usual policy and recommend you view the edited-for-TV version. (On DVD, November 30, 2019)

#Holiday Inn #Movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #musicals #White Christmas #Mark Sandrich #Claude Binyon #Elmer Rice #Irving Berlin #Bing Crosby #Fred Astaire #Marjorie Reynolds #Virginia Dale #Walter Abel #1942 movies #1942 films

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unitedbydevils · 1 year ago

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Match Review: Manchester United 0-3 AFC Bournemouth

Normal service has resumed. We are shit.

Manchester United were humbled by visitors Bournemouth on a rainy Saturday afternoon at Old Trafford, with defensive frailties resuming normal service aka Crisis Mode at United in the Ten Hag era as the Cherries put three past the Red Devils to the sound of boos from the rightly incensed home fans.

An early goal for Dominic Solanke put United on the back foot, but for the most part the players bounced back and began to control the tempo and dominate possession - largely due to good work in the pivot role from Sofian Amrabat.

United were unable to find a goal in the first half, and this sums up United's issues this season. We're currently on -3 goal difference. We don't score, but crucially we don't supply Højlund. Martial... well when we did try and supply him he seemed uninterested or incapable. A man lost at sea.

But Rasmus, he's a talented kid, and more is needed from our players to utilise that centre point. Not as a target man per se, but as part of a goalscoring formula whereby we stop having TWENTY SHOTS but only three on target. It's gross.

This naivety or tactical indiscipline or laziness or lack of quality... whatever we label it as, it's why United keep getting put on the back foot, and why Onana's under fire in the press when really it's just because he's under fire so much on the pitch.

Defence was always the weakness for a good, winning Ajax side, and it was always going to be an opportunity to exploit for United even on a good day. Today was not a good day. Shaw and Maguire lost Solanke for goal number one. Shaw and Reguilon failed to stop Billing for goal number two. Maguire was marking the wrong man as Senesi bagged goal number three.

The Opta stat above is a damning indictment, but so too is the stat that United have now lost more home games post-Fergie than we did under the great man himself. The state of it.

We should give credit to Bournemouth though. They played with intensity, a strong press, and utilised wingers far more effectively than United. The problem is that even that good showing from them should have been manageable for this United side. Players shouldn't repeatedly lose the man they're marking, or fail to jump properly defending aerial balls. That's before we even get to absent Scottish midfielders allergic to possession football, or petulance from other players to get themselves booked.

Ten Hag has his approach to football, but it heavily relies on playing out from the back. Only Martinez can do this, and this might be the downfall of the Dutchman and see a new manager - maybe Graham Potter? - brought in under our new owners (whenever that's announced).

This is where the Glazers should have done more to ensure suitable players were recruited and those squad members unable to play the Ten Hag way were moved on.

That's not to say there's no justified criticism of Ten Hag. We're yet to see the payoff from signing Mason Mount (admittedly, twice injured now), Onana's had a wobbly start to life at United, but also the issue of Antony. Erik wanted him, the club said no, then United lose to Brighton and Brentford and suddenly we're willing to sign him and pay Ajax twice as much as they initially wanted early in the summer when they could easily replace him... make it make sense.

This is where Sir Jim Ratcliffe and his potential hires could fix up United's woes. Strategic planning is crucial, and United as an organisation - especially under Ed Woodward - are pure Football Manager on-a-whim, wing it, yolo. That's money that could buy a new ball-playing CB to be able to play Ten Hag's brand of football and avert this panic mode defending where players are evidently uncomfortable with the style.

Time to console myself with more FM24 and escape this horrible reality. Bayern next, Liverpool after. Woo...

#manchester united #man u #man united #man utd #manchester reds #erik ten hag #old trafford #bruno fernandes #anthony martial #rasmus højlund #scott mctominay #harry maguire #luke shaw #sergio reguilon #sofian amrabat

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bongaboi · 9 months ago

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St. Peter's: 2023-24 Metro Atlantic Men's Basketball Champions

ATLANTIC CITY – They’re back!

Two years after Saint Peter’s made its inspiring run to the NCAA Tournament’s Elite Eight, the tiny school from Jersey City returns to March Madness looking to regain its Cinderella status.

The Peacocks punched their ticket with a 68-63 win over Fairfield in Saturday night’s MAAC Tournament championship game at Jim Whelan Boardwalk Hall, emerging as the No. 5 seed with its third win in as many days.

Sophomore forward Corey Washington led the way with 24 points, at the Peacocks won their fifth MAAC title overall, and their second in three years.

Saint Peter’s is the team that started New Jersey’s recent run of shocking postseason performances, the first of three New Jersey schools to advance against long odds, with Princeton reaching the Elite Eight a year ago, when FDU won two games at a No. 16 seed, including a takedown of top-seeded Purdue.

Now, with Mason having replaced Shaheen Holloway, now the Seton Hall boss, and just one player, MAAC Defensive Player of the Year Latrell Reid, who finished with nine points, remaining on the Peacocks’ roster from two years ago, they head back to the Big Dance.

The Peacocks now wait to find out their next opponent when the 68-team field is announced Sunday night. They figure to be a 16 seed and could end up in the First Four in Dayton, perhaps against NEC champs Wagner, coached by Donald Copeland, a former assistant coach to Saint Peter’s head coach Bashir Mason at Wagner. If they are in the main draw, it could mean a rematch with Purdue, who they beat in the Sweet 16 two years ago, or Houston or North Carolina.

Defense makes difference After Saint Peter’s built a 61-54 lead, Fairfield rallied with a steal and score by Jalen Leach and a drive by Brycen Goodine to make it 61-58 with 1:39 to play. Washington then missed the front-end of a one-and-one, with Fairfield getting a score from Goodine on a drive to pull within a point with 1:16 left.

When Washington went back to the line shooting two, he sank two to make it a 63-60 game with 1:07 on the clock.

It then came down to the Saint Peter’s defense, which came into the game ranked 12th nationally, getting a stop, with Marcus Randolph getting fouled on the defensive rebound with 50.9 left. He made one of two from the line to make it a two-possession game at 64-60.

Caleb Field then scored on a drive and was fouled for Fairfield, completing the three-point play with 39.9 seconds left. Clarke was fouled and made two free throws with 15.1 seconds. Fairfield’s Jasper Floyd missed a jumper at the other end, with Washington getting fouled with 2.9 seconds left, hitting both free throws to seal the win.

After going down 29-19, the Peacocks rallied with a quick 6-0 run, pulling within four points on a pair of free throws by Marcus Randolph with 1:53 left. But a Yetna tip-in put the Stags up 32-25 at halftime, with Yetna leading all scorers with 10 points over the opening 20 minutes.

Then Washington took over, scoring six straight points, with the final two coming after he blocked a shot at one end and took the ball coast-to-coast for the score, giving the Peacocks a 49-44 lead. It stretched to 52-46 on a triple by Clarke with 7:40 left.

#2024 #st. peter's peacocks #metro atlantic athletic conference #college basketball #march madness

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sunflowersunshinevol6 · 5 years ago

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Reassurance

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: sometimes you just need a little reassurance

“Hey,” Xavier rolls over, to look at her in the dark. She’s lying on her back, and though he can’t see her face, he knows that she’s awake, and she’s thinking. He reaches for her but she pulls away. “What’s wrong?” he asks confused.

“Do you love me Xav?” she asks him.

“Yes?” he says with surprise. “What’s going on?” she sighs and puts her hands behind her head. “Talk to me.” he says, sitting up on his elbow. She turns her head so their eyes meet.

“I don’t….I don’t feel like this is going anywhere,” genuine fear streaks through him, he can feel it churn in his stomach. “I just don’t feel like you’re really into me-”

“I am.” he says quickly, touching her face gently. “Believe me. I am.”

“But how do I know that for sure? You don’t tell me, you aren’t very affectionate and I know that’s not your fault….I just feel like an annoyance I guess...Like you only stay with me out of pity-” he kisses her, pressing his lips against hers hard, trying to kiss all the fear and confusion away from the both of them.

“What do you want me to say?” he whispers before kissing her again, “I love the way you look in the morning, when the sun shines in here and you’re just waking up. I love when your hair is a mess and I love watching you tame it.” he takes her hands in his and holds them against his lips, she stays quiet, unsure of what to say. “I love watching you cook, and I love it when you try to teach me, even though I’m a hopeless case,” she giggles, glad he can’t see her face in the dark.

“I love your body. Your curves, the way your muscles move in your skin. I love how delicate your hands are, I could kiss the pads of your fingers all day.” he does just that. “I love the way you say my name, I love when you moan it, when you whisper it, when you speak it. You make me feel like the only person in the room. The only one who matters.” He pushes his leg between hers, intertwining their legs together.

“I love your smile. When I’ve had a bad day, coming home and seeing that...it makes everything alright, I know I can leave all the anger and frustrations of the day outside the door, because I’m home. I’m with you and that’s all that matters at that point. I love the way you touch me, the caress of your hand, the warmth of your mouth. You can get me to do anything you want me to if you kiss me. I’m all yours.”

“I love that you listen to me. You want to hear about my day, about my past. You want me to let you in. And even though I fought that and resisted it, you broke through and now I can’t think of ever living without you. I don’t want to ever live without you. You Y/N L/N are my person. You are my rock. The one being in this whole fucked up world that I can count on. And that means a lot to me. I’ll never tolerate you. I’ll never take you for granted. I just want to love you. But you have to teach me. You have to show me how and tell me what you want….I’ll be anything you want.”

She can feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her to him. She buries her face in his chest, sobbing as he smooths his fingers through her hair and rubs her back. She feels safe, she feels content.

“I love you….so much Xavier. I would die for you.” he wipes the tears from her face and kisses her nose softly.

“Shhh. Don’t say that. You’ll never have to worry about something like that. Just stay with me. Please. I need you. I promise. I’ll be more open. I’ll tell you everyday. How special you are. How important you are. Just don’t leave me.” his voice cracks, this is the most intimate and sacred moment they have ever had. She’ll keep this conversation in her heart forever.

“I won’t leave you.” she kisses him and can feel his own tears against her lips. “I’ll never leave you. I promise.”

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ahs-requests · 5 years ago

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i saw this somewhere on Tumblr (i think it was a blurb) of Jim using your boobs as pillows and i need something that starts with that and leads to some light smut pLease

if anyone knows where this originated from pls comment so i can cred😌

Pairing: jim mason x fem!reader

Warnings: nsfw, dry humping, female masturbation, squirting, love confession.

WC: 1.1k

Jim laid on your chest after requesting you to remove your bra. He loved to use your unconfined boobs as his pillows whenever you two would sleep in his bed. His head rested on your chest as he scrolled through his phone screen, liking a few pictures on his social media pages. “Okay,” you grunted, “I think that’s enough now, you’re too heavy.”

He lifted up his head and looked up at you, his blue eyes were glossed over as he was coming down from his high. “But you’re so comfortable, babe,” he smiled. He leaned up and kissed you, deeply. He massaged his lips with yours, intently sucking on your kiss and tasting the vanilla lip balm you put on earlier. His kisses were slow and deep, Jim always savoured you.

He kissed your neck, your collarbone, then the small part of your chest that was exposed. You were wearing a thin pajama top that did a poor job of hiding what your naked chest looked like. Jim grabbed a hold onto your boob, squeezing it in his greedy hand and kissing where your nipple pointed through the fabric. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, baby,” he said sweetly.

His light blue eyes never left yours as he kissed you and made you squirm. His cold hands grabbed your tits through the dingy, nearly see-through, fabric and pushed them together. He peppered your boobs in kisses, wetting your shirt with each hasty peck. You moaned as he began sucking on your hard nipples through the shirt. He circled his tongue around the nubs and lightly tugged them with his teeth, coaxing a gasp out of you.

Jim got on top of you, threading one of his legs between yours as he continued licking up your clothed tits and sucking your nipples. You wished that there wasn’t a piece of cloth separating his contact, but he’s always been a tease with you. It’s crazy how many times he’s made you come without even undressing you.

He gripped your tits in his hands and began grinding his hips against you, his thigh rubbed against your sensitive clit. “Come on, Jimmy,” you cried. Your eyes begged him for more, but you’d never get used to his sexual torture.

He paused for a moment. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his thigh still pressed against your core. You could practically feel your heartbeat in your clit, you couldn’t get him to stop now. You shook your head no to him and he kneaded his thigh into your hot cunt again, completely wetting your shorts.

He climbed over you; his lips met yours with passion again. You sighed into his kiss as he continued rubbing against you. You could feel his cock getting stiffer by the minute through his board shorts and he accidentally let a few low groans slip from his lips.

Jim kept giving you open-mouthed kisses, using his tongue to play with yours and colliding your lips together to suffocate your moans. The two of you had to be quiet, you didn’t want anyone in the house to hear you.

He looked down at his leg that had been rubbing you out. You’ve left a streak of your slick on him and he groaned softly, connecting your lips together again. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he whispered into your mouth, “that’s so hot.”

You smiled against his kiss and felt his hand start to travel down your body. It scraped over the wet shirt, down your exposed tummy, straight to your shorts. He rubbed your clit in circles over your shorts; he could feel how wet you made them from such short stimulation.

You sighed at the contact, slowly raising your hips and gyrating against his hand. You felt your pussy getting wetter by the second and the pulsing getting more intense with each tiny movement. You were so eager for more, springing your hips up and rubbing his hand over your throbbing cunt. He parted from your lips to look down and watch your desperation, watch how quickly he’s disheveled you just from a light touch. “Holy shit, baby,” he whispered.

You put your hand over Jim’s and pushed him into you even harder. Your drenched shorts nearly gave in, wedging between your folds and nearly exposing your bare cunt. His ocean eyes watched you give into your animal instincts and fuck yourself against his hand as if your life depended on it. He watched and he loved every second of it.

“I’m so close, Jimmy,” you whined. Your legs were trembling, eyes watering, and all your muscles clenched. You must’ve looked like a mess, but Jim seemed to adore you anyways.

“I know, baby,” he breathed. He rubbed his hand against you harder and faster, his other hand pushed some of your hair behind your ear. You couldn’t speak in a matter of seconds; Jim knew you too well. He knew exactly what to do to make you come. He leaned into your lips, giving a small kiss before parting and leaving you begging for more. “Come for me?” he whispered. “Come on, baby, I know you can.”

“Ngh, you’re so good,” you moaned. You bite your lip, holding back on screaming out his name. He saw your trepidation and leaned down to kiss you, drinking down the limitless moans pouring out of you.

His hand fucked you relentlessly, pacing over your ripened, swollen clit and not slowing until you give him the green light. You bit down on his lip, feeling the ecstasy start to take control of your body. Your breath got caught in your throat and you arched your back, keeping your desirous eyes on him as he completely liberated you.

Your pussy spasmed under his touch, every nerve twitched with each slight movement until your cunt spilled all over his bed. Your juices squirted and spritzed on his hand through the pathetic material that your shorts were made of. You finally let out a deep sigh and relaxed onto his bed. “Fuck, that was good,” you breathed, finally feeling utter serenity.

He kept his hand on your cunt, his other hand gently caressed your cheek as he propped himself over you again. “You’re such a dirty girl all for me,” he said quietly. You put your hand on the back of his neck and sat up slightly to kiss him again. You tried forcing your tongue into his mouth when he placed a hand on your chest and pushed you back onto the bed. “I fucking love you.”

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hecohansen31 · 5 years ago

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We all know Jim is a party boy ! Getting drunk, dancing, having fun, when his shy gf prefers to stay at home. She is fine with it, if he is careful. She is mostly scared about all the beautiful girls around him, and when she sees pictures of him with one of them sitting on him on ig, she just wants to cry. (of course, nothing happened, but after that, everytime he sends a text, smile at a girl or go out with friends, she gets ideas)

(A/N): Hello there, sweetie!

I hope you’ll like this!

I have a strange love-hate relationship with jealousy so if I didn’t write this amazingly just ask me again and I’ll try to do better!

Ahhh haven’t I missed my sweetheart Jimmy?

WARNINGS: Jealousy, Introvert! Reader, Mention of Drugs/Making Out/Insecurities.

You had never been jealous, before Jimmy.

But at the same time, you had never had someone like Jimmy in your life, someone who you cared to the point that it hurt you in any way possible to think of him with another girl, which happened even more frequently than you might think, since Jimmy seemed to be constantly in a crowd.

It was what differentiated you from him: you were shy, and as much as you were also in crowds you couldn’t stand them for longer than a few minutes, preferring the calmness of being outside of them, not always on your own, but in smaller groups than Jim’s.

You didn’t approve of his friends but hadn’t told him anything: you didn’t want to seem irrational and alongside this, the jealousy you felt was something you had to work on your own.

There wouldn’t come anything good from forbidding Jim to hang out with girls, but it still pained you to know that he was out with all those pretty and outgoing girls, constantly hanging on his lips.

It was unfair how gorgeous and popular Jimmy was.

It made you question why he chose someone like you.

A little asocial introvert with her passion for sea at night and collecting shells.

And sometimes insecurity just got the best of you.

You usually tried to hang out with Jimmy’s friends, both to keep an eye out on your boy and both to try to spend time together doing what Jimmy wanted, since although Fridays usually were his thing to choose, you had all the weekend to decide.

That Friday you hadn’t just felt like going out, the gym lesson had kicked your ass and a meeting with your friends had completely drained all your social energies and in the end had felt like going out with Jimmy would have just ruined your mood.

But you didn’t know it could be ruined further, as you scrolled through the stories, coming up with one from a girl of your high school, Heather, Jimmy’s ex-girlfriend, although they had spent simply a date together.

In the small video there was what looked like an idiotic game of pressing the cards between your lips and passing them, innocent enough, hadn’t Heather accidentally dropped it and proceeded to enact the punishment for such a gesture, on the boy to her side.

Kissing Jimmy on the lips.

He looked flustered and even protested, pushing away the girl without too much attention for her as she tried to deepen the kiss, mumbling embarrassed ‘I have a girlfriend’.

But you quickly closed the app, after that, too shocked to mumble anything or to even feel anything, you just threw the phone away across the room and gently collected yourself, pushing your crossed arms onto your chest as your legs came closer to you, in a fetal position in which you felt frozen.

Tears flew down your cheeks and you couldn’t help but try to choke back a few sobs, well aware of your parents in the next room, and as your mother came to check on you before she went out to a theatre piece with your father, you faked of being asleep, snoring lightly.

Alone it all felt even worse, your entire body overthinking, unable to think about anything else than what you saw as it conjured imagines of Jimmy cheating on you with Heather, and although you couldn’t help but feel irrational, the thoughts didn’t stop.

Eventually you tired yourself out, enough to fall in a deep slumber and were woken up by rocks being thrown at your window, with enough force that you felt almost under attack, immediately dragging your body under the bed as you tried to understand whether an earthquake was going on or… somebody was seriously throwing rocks at your window.

And there was actually somebody who was throwing rocks at your window.

You came at the window, thinking about the extreme remote option that your parents had forgotten keys, as your phone again flashed a message, Jim’s name on it.

‘Hey, can I come over? The party is boring’.

‘Miss you’.

‘Babe, is everything alright?’.

‘Don’t ignore me babe’.

‘Ok I am coming over’.

‘(Y/N) why don’t you answer my calls?’.

‘Baaaaabbbbeeee’.

You couldn’t help but blush at the messages, your heart being comforted by your boyfriend’s childish antics.

But was he still your boyfriend?

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of pain in your chest, but still came to the window more to actually get the boy from under your house, worried that your neighbors might call the police on him.

You answered the incoming calls that he started as he saw you standing at the window.

“Hi” you answered breathily, and you could see his smirk from all the way up there.

“Hey Juliet” he beamed at you “… can I come inside? Your parents aren’t home, right?”.

You wanted to reject him, maybe to make him understand what you constantly felt when he would pull you aside for his friends, but that wouldn’t have been very grown up, and as much as you didn’t feel like staying with him, you felt like pushing him away might make him run further away from you.

But he could already feel that something wasn’t ok, as you came to open the door for him.

He could probably feel that you were cold and pushed him away at any chance you could, as you both sat down on the sofa comfortably separated by a wall of pillow.

Still Jimmy tried to brighten the atmosphere talking about the party.

‘… and Ethan has this new trick, you should have seen him’ but your gaze was unfocused, but he tried to keep it on, thinking you were solely annoyed or tired ‘… and then Heather…’.

“… oh, I saw that you had fun with Heather” it came out of your mouth quicker than you had thought, and you couldn’t eat back, surprised by your own outburst.

Jimmy stilled beside you and then slowly turned to you, surprised by your outburst as you adjusted yourself to face away from him, as you faked not having said anything.

But Jimmy didn’t let you down that easily.

“How do you know?” the way he immediately went on the defensive said got on your nerves.

“Instagram, I saw her stories! Thank God that I did, or you wouldn’t have ever talked about it”.

“What?! No! I would have, but I didn’t think… I didn’t want to kiss her”.

“But you did!” this was all you could say, turning to him with all the anger and jealous you had always held back “… you let her kiss you! Not only when I was away… and not seeing you, but…”.

“It was a stupid game!” he replied, and you had enough, immediately raising yourself up on your legs.

“Isn’t that what our entire relationship is to you!” you shouted back and then before he could reply you ran away, your anger getting the best of you, although you were well aware you were acting immaturely.

You pushed the door against your back, to close it, slumping against it as you felt tears flowing on your face, hiding it between your knees as your lungs screamed in pain through the sobs.

It was all too noisy, enough to make you almost unable to hear Jim coming onto your stairs, slowly and almost with uncertainty, knocking without too much conviction, trying till it got to you attention and his voice spoke softly.

“(Y/N)… I… don’t meant to… can we talk?”.

“Go away, Jimmy! Can’t you see I don’t want to talk with you?”.

“(Y/N)” this time his tone was uncertain anymore, it was desperate, roughing up its edges “… please… you don’t have to open, just listen to me”.

You wanted nothing more than to shout at him against, but something in his words froze you and his silence was an answer enough for him.

“… I didn’t mean to kiss Heather, I know that I can’t convince you of this, but believe me I didn’t want her, I don’t want her, and I never will love her”.

Your sobs lightly stopped, as you calmed down, hearing his words but you were still weary.

“… I… didn’t like being at that party, I don’t like it when we aren’t together, it physically pains me” he was now slumped against the door exactly like you, his tone lightly growing more quiet and shier “… I… was gloated into doing it…”.

“Oh, wait did they hold a gun to your head?” you asked annoyedly, but your tone wasn’t as angry as it was before.

“You know what I meant” he mumbled, and you felt him turning with his face to the door, as if he could whisper the rest of this thoughts against the wood “…I don’t know what I would be without you, you are the only person with who I can feel myself, truly, without drugs or alcohol, you are the only reason why I am still here, and I’ll be for ever damned if I just let you run away, because I did a stupid thing”.

Silence went through you, as you moved closer to the door, desperately trying to destroy the barriers that were between you and him, but at the same time unsure if your heart could take another painful hit.

“… although I know that you might not believe it, I love you more than anything and to know you so hurt, it pains my own heart” his hand gently set itself up on the wooden door, searching your skin, mimicking the same position of your hand “… and I won’t ever forgive myself if this is what breaks us apart”.

The door slightly opened, you didn’t show your face, but let your hands appear onto his threshold, your back turned to Jimmy, but he reached out for your hand all the same.

Maybe all the heartache of the world was worthy with him.

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queencocoakimmie · 5 years ago

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Masterlist

Completed

*Wink (Michael Langdon)

Part 1: The Beginning

Part 2: Michael

Part 3: Lilith

Part 4: Awakening

Part 5: Blood Bound

Part 6: Apocalypse

*At the End of the World (Michael Langdon)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

* Just Us (Jim Mason)

One Shot

*Forever (Jim Mason)

One Shot

All Hallow's Eve (Michael Langdon)

One Shot

Before Dawn (Xavier Plympton)

One Shot

Only You (Duncan Shepherd)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 *Teaser

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Work in Progress

The Following (Jim Mason)

Part One

The Antichrist and I (A Michael Langdon One Shot)

Part One

My Sisters Are Legion (Cordelia Goode)

Part One

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divine17 · 6 years ago

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Sex With Jim Mason (HCs)

Request: “ wow yes, I would like sex with Jim Mason headcannons plz!!!”

Count: 24

A/N: Hmm what other characters would you guys wanna see me write for?? This blog is literally only Jim

Jim just loves teasing his partner

Other than when they ride his thigh, it might be his favorite thing in the whole world

Seeing the twisted pleasure on their features would be his favorite thing

He loves being able to get them so worked up and needy, deprived of what they crave so desperately

& running his hand up their inner thigh, bringing himself in for a kiss but just barely letting his lips ghost over theirs, etc too

Orgasm denial, but soft

“Mm, baby, I think you can hold off just a little longer for me”

He loves denying that release to his partner until he says its okay for them to come, especially because it makes the orgasm that much more intense for them

And then encouraging them to come so so ... Sweetly

I feel like Jim also has a bit of a penchant for having sex in cars

Like, he doesn’t go out of his way for it to happen or anything but he finds himself doing it fairly often, especially on the way home from the beach or after a date

Either that or sex on the beach, but not in the sand

He learned his lesson the hard way with that one

He also loves decorating his partner with little love bites everywhere just so they know that they’re his, and no one else’s

And he also probably really likes when his partner leaves scratches or bites on him, honestly

He would be a little embarrassed if his friends at the beach saw, and they inevitably would, but he’d quickly learn to wear them with pride

Because it would be his little reminder that he’s theirs, only theirs, just like the little soft bruises on you

When he’s angry, I mean really just pissed off, he gets rough

R o u g h

Like, choke his partner until they’re seeing stars, hold their face into the mattress to stifle moans, overstimulation, spanking while he’s fucking them from behind, hair pulling...

Jim would pretend that he absolutely does not have a tiny lil daddy kink and thinks it’s so gross but we all know that he does

It would take a little while for him to get completely comfortable calling himself daddy but he’d love his partner calling him the little nickname, especially in a playful way

But he’s not really into it for the sexual or extremely dominant aspect, more so the “protecter/defender” part of it, if that makes sense

Like, he finally has someone that loves him for him, no matter his flaws, and he’s going to protect the hell outta them

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chloelucia13 · 6 years ago

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Three Men and a Baby Part 1/?

Pairing: Jim Mason x reader (platonic), Michael Langdon x reader (platonic), Duncan Shepherd x reader (platonic)

Prompt: each of the boys has a crush on you, and it’s your time to choose when something life-changing occurs

Warnings: fluff, angst, language, violence, light sexual situations, descriptions of pregnancy/pregnancy symptoms,mentions of abortion (it doesn’t happen though), just lots of drama

A/N: should I make this a series instead of the two parts I’m planning? Hope everyone likes it! Dreams and thoughts are in italics

Bile rose to your throat once again today, just like it has for the past few days, but this time it was for a different reason.

You threw the test into the trash and collapsed onto the covered toilet seat, burying your face in your hands.

How is this possible. I-I always use a condom and I’m on birth control and-

Wait.

The last guy you hooked up with was a guy you knew in high school. You trusted him, you trusted yourself, you trusted the goddamn birth control.

The birth control you hadn’t taken for a month because you couldn’t afford a refill because you had to afford living in a fucking dorm.

Tears welled in your eyes and you clenched your jaw, your hand slowly drifting down to rest on your stomach which had yet to show any sign of pregnancy. Your lip quivered, panic and fear and sadness and utter confusion building up in your body, ready to burst at any moment.

How am I gonna tell the boys?

Oh God, the boys.

You sprinted out of the bathroom and into your room, slamming the door shut before collapsing onto your bed. A sob ripped through your body and you buried your face into a pillow.

How could you afford a baby when you already could barely afford paying for yourself and the three adult babies that lived with you?

***

“Babe, we’re home!” Duncan shouted, setting the bag of Chinese food down on the coffee table. Michael and Jim followed in behind him, the door slamming shut afterwards.

You trudged out of bed and into the living room, rubbing your bleary eyes on the way there. “Feeling any better?” Jim asked, handing you a bottle of water.

“Worse, way worse,” you admitted, tongue darting out to lick your dry lips before chugging half of the bottle in one go.

“Sure looks like it,” Duncan hummed and you chucked the bottle at him, earning a laugh from all three of the boys.

“How were your classes today?” you asked, moving to sit down on the couch.

“Boring without you there,” Michael hummed as he sat down next to you, reaching over and smoothing your hair down. “God, I don’t know why you're choosing to be an English major.”

“Speaking of which,” Jim piped in, sitting down on the other side of you, “can you help me on my paper?”

You nodded and leaned your head back, letting your eyes flutter closed for a moment. “What’s it on?” you mumbled.

“The formation of black holes.”

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“So, what did you do at home all by yourself?” Duncan asked, sitting in the recliner next to the couch. He wiggled an eyebrow at you and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh, ya know, threw some wild parties, smoked crack, fucked every guy at the school, the usual.”

“Sounds like it.”

I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant. The thought wouldn’t leave your mind and you had to bite down on your lower lip to keep yourself from letting it slip.

“Well, if you’re feeling up to it, we got you some sesame chicken,” Michael told you, his hand moving to rub your shoulder.

“You boys are too good to me.”

“Hmm, I don’t know about that.”

***

You hadn’t noticed Duncan slink away into the kitchen until he stepped back into the living room holding a bottle of whiskey and four glasses. “Who wants a drink?” he announced, setting the glasses down and cracking open the bottle.

“I think we all need a drink,” Jim admitted, his hand drifting up to card through his hair.

Duncan poured the glasses up and handed them out, giving the last one to you. “Oh, I-uh, I can’t drink.”

“Why not?” Michael quirked an eyebrow at you. “It’s very unlike you to not drink.”

You sucked in a deep breath and set the glass down on the table. You avoided everybody’s gaze as you choked out the words, “I’m... I’m pregnant.”

It felt like the entire world froze at the moment. A hush fell over the room and tears began to well in your eyes, your throat tightening.

Jim finally broke the silence when he practically shouted, “Pregnant?! Is-is this a prank?”

You shook your head and a few tears slipped down your cheeks. “I wish it was.”

Jim launched up from his seat and took both of your hands in his. “You’re gonna be a mom?! You-you’re gonna have a little baby growing inside of you?”

You nodded and Jim pulled you to your feet, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist when you were standing. “Y/N, you’re gonna be a mom! That-That’s amazing!”

“I’m-I’m gonna be a mom...” A short chuckle of disbelief fell from your lips and you looked up into Jim’s bright blue eyes which were welling with tears, as well. “I’m gonna be a mom!”

You threw your arms around his neck and he lifted you off the ground, spinning you around. Once he set you back on the ground, you felt two other pairs of arms wrap around you, pulling all of you into a tight group hug. “We’re gonna be uncles!” Duncan exclaimed.

However, the word “uncle” left a sour taste in his mouth. He wanted to be more than just an uncle to your child.

Duncan, and the other two men, wanted to be the father of your child.

The father to the child of the girl they all loved so fucking much.

Duncan shook the thought from his head, though, and pulled away from the hug to grab his glass of whiskey. The two other boys understood the cue and grabbed their glasses as well, all three of them holding their glasses in the air. “To Y/N and the little demon growing in her belly!” Duncan shouted, earning him a swat against his arm. “You’re gonna be a great mother, babe,” he reassured you, a grin on his face.

“To Y/N!” the other two boys repeated, followed by them all downing their whiskey in one go.

***

After what felt like hours and hours of celebrating, you reluctantly pushed yourself off the couch. “Alright boys, mama’s going to bed,” you told them, a soft and tired smile on your face.

“Do you need anything? Some more pillows?” Jim asked, his hand reaching out to gently clutch yours.

“Jim, I’m only a few weeks along, not eight months along.” You chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be just fine. Thank you, though.”

“Of course, Y/N. Sleep well.”

You smiled at him and moved over to Michael, pressing a kiss to his forehead as well. Finally, you walked over to Duncan and pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes. Duncan wrapped an arm around your waist and leaned down, making it easier for you to kiss his forehead. Your lips lingered against his forehead for a moment before you released yourself from Duncan’s grasp, slinking off down the hallway to your room. “Goodnight boys!”

A chorus of “Goodnight Y/N”s sounded from the living room as you finally entered your room and laid down on your bed. The last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep was pressing your fingers to your lips and smiling, thoughts occupied by all three boys.

***

Panic. Panic was all you felt when you saw him.

Trevor sat on one of the benches on campus, laughing along with his group of friends.

Completely unaware that his child was growing in your stomach.

You gulped harshly and tucked your phone into your back pocket, shifting nervously for a moment as you worked up the courage to talk to him. "He needs to know. He deserves go know," you whispered to yourself, eyes locked on his carefree figure.

In what felt like a burst of confidence, you walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder, subtly holding your breath as you waited for him to turn around. The moment his eyes looked up to you, you let out all the air in your lungs. "Y/N, hey!" he voiced almost immediately, pushing himself to his feet. "How are you?"

"Can I-uh... Can I talk to you?" you rushed out, fear once again gripping at your body.

"Oh, um- Yeah, of course!" He took your hand and led you over to a more secluded area of the campus, shielded off by a small littering of trees. "What's up?"

You nervously tugged at the hem of your shirt and looked down at your feet, wishing that burst of confidence was still flowing through your veins. "I... I need to tell you something, and you need to promise me that you won't get mad at me."

"What is it?" He chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his neck. "You're making me a little worried-"

"Just promise me. Please."

"Okay, I promise." He reached over and rested his hand on your shoulder. "What's going on?"

"I... I'm pregnant." You sucked in a deep breath. "And it's yours."

Silence hung over the two of you like a thick blanket, smothering and unrelenting. "No," he choked out finally. "No, this is a prank. It has to be."

"As much as I wish it is, it's not." A lump formed in your throat.

"No. We had sex once and-and it was safe. You told me you were on birth control."

"I know, but this just as much your fault as it is mine-"

"Bullshit. This is all your fucking fault. It's not my fucking fault that you let every guy within a 100-mile radius cum inside you."

"Trev-"

"And how are you even sure that it is my kid? You probably banged another guy right after that. Because that's who you are. That's what you do." He squeezed your shoulder tighter, forcing you to look up at him. "You're a slut and a fucking liar."

"You're hurting me-"

"Good." He pushed your shoulder and let you go, letting to stumble slightly. "I don't want to see your goddamn face ever again. Stay the fuck away from me. Understood?"

You nodded and sniffled, feeling the tears dripping down your face as you directed your gaze back to the ground. In the back of your mind, you heard his retreating footsteps. You, however, were frozen in your place.

After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few moments, you pulled your phone out and texted Michael, telling him that you were gonna be home soon. Your phone buzzed not even a moment later with his response.

M: Why? Is everything okay?

Y/N: I just need to go home.

M: Okay. I'll be home in just a minute.

Y/N: You don't have to do that.

M: Something happened and you need someone to talk to. The prof isn't even here today.

Y/N: Thank you.

M: Of course. See you soon.

With that, you hurried back to your car, immediately flooring it to get to the dorm as soon as possible before you broke down and cried.

Tears were already brimming your eyes when you pulled up, and you didn't even lock your car when you basically sprinted into the building, down the hall, and into your dorm. Michael was clearly already there because the door was unlocked, which you were extremely grateful for considering you wouldn't be able to distinguish which key was the house key through your tear-blurred vision. You kicked the door shut and let the tears flow down your face, nearly collapsing right where you stood.

Michael appeared in front of you not even a moment later, his arms immediately winding around your middle and pulling you into a tight hug. "Oh, beautiful, what happened?" he whispered, pressing his lips against your hair.

"C-Can I sit down?" you choked out, hands reaching up and clutching onto his sweatshirt.

"Of course." He moved one of his arms to drift down the backs of your thighs until it hooked around the bend of your knee, lifting you up and carrying you bridal style over to the couch. He sat down and you laid your legs over his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck and your head resting on his shoulder. His hand rested against your back, rubbing soothing circles. "What happened?"

You sniffled and reluctantly removed your arms from around his neck so you could take his free hand in yours. The fingers of your other hand traced the lettering on his shirt. "I talked to Trevor." Your voice cracked when you said his name.

A simple "oh" was all that left his lips, his face shifting into a look of disdain.

"I told him about the baby." You sucked in a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut. "He... He told me that it can't be his because I sleep with so many guys and..." You covered your mouth with your hand and let out a sob. "And that I let them all cum inside of me because I'm a slut. And-and he called me a liar because I told him it was his." You shook your head softly. "I didn't even get the chance to tell him that he was the first person I'd slept with in months. It's not like he'd believe me anyway." You glanced at your shoulder and bit down on your bottom lip. "Then, he... He pushed me."

"He pushed you?"

"Not hard enough to knock me down, but hard enough to make me stumble. Probably left a bruise on my shoulder from gripping it so hard before he pushed me."

It was silent for a while, and when you glanced up to look at Michael's face, all you saw was a look of pure anger and hatred. "I'm gonna kill him," he stated plainly. "I'm gonna slit his goddamn throat and make him pay." His volume rose with each word and you flinched, reaching up to cup Michael's cheek.

"It's okay, Michael." You licked your lips and looked at his shirt once again. "Maybe... Maybe he's right. Maybe I'm just a slut."

"Y/N-"

"I think I should..." You sucked in a deep breath and lets the tears drip down your face. "I think I should go to the clinic and see if I can... Get rid of it."

"Y/N, no." Michael cupped your cheek and forced you to look at him. "Y/N, you've been so excited for this baby. Don't let him ruin it."

Your lip quivered and you rested your hand above his. "I don't want this baby growing up without a father, much less a father that hates him." You gulped. "I don't want him growing up with three uncles and no father." A small sigh left your lips and you wiped the tear tracks away. "And that doesn't mean that you guys won't be the best uncles in the fucking world, but... This baby needs more than that."

"I know." Michael pressed your head against his chest and rested his chin atop your head. "I mean, Duncan and Jim and I all grew up with a shitty father figure and we're all kinda fucked up."

"I think you guys just grew up with shitty parents in general."

"That's probably more accurate." A small chuckle left both of your lips and you sniffled. "What I'm saying is that..." Michael sucked in a deep breath. "You're an amazing girl, and I think you can definitely find an amazing guy who can take on the role of a father figure for this kid."

You sighed and nuzzled closer to Michael. "If only it was that easy." You licked your lips. "Every guy our age is shit. Well, except you three, but..."

Michael's heart began to race. "But what?"

"But I think you guys are too good for me. You guys need a girl who is a lot more stable. A girl who isn't fucking pregnant."

He sighed and wrapped his arms around you. "Trust me, Y/N, any of us would die for you. You're more than any of us deserve to have."

Your breath caught in your throat and you risked a glance up at him. His eyes were trained on you, and his lower lip was caught between his teeth. "I'd die for any of you. All of you." You cracked a small smile. "I love you all so fucking much, and I'd love it if any of you were the baby's father figure."

Michael just nodded and you both sat in silence for a while. "So this is gonna be like a Bachelorette type situation."

"You did not just reference that god-awful show during a heartfelt moment." You looked up at Michael and teasingly quirked a brow at him.

"How else am I gonna describe it?"

"A love triangle or something."

"This is a love square, dear. A love diamond."

"Oh my god." You rolled your eyes and swatted his chest playfully. "Alright, I'm done. I'm tired. I'm gonna take a nap and pray that I forget that you ever referenced The Bachelorette."

Michael laughed and wrapped both of his arms around you, holding you captive. "You can sleep right here."

You rolled your eyes but relaxed against him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Get comfy then, bitch. You're not gonna be moving for a while.” You laid back until your back connected with the couch, pulling Michael down with you. A chuckle fell from his lips and he shifted so you both were laying on your sides. His fingers lightly dug into your sides and he puffed out a deep breath before resting his head against your chest. Your fingers carded through his hair and your body curled into his, a small shiver running up your back at the feeling of his warm breath fanning over your skin.

“Go to sleep, love,” Michael hummed, his fingers beginning to skim up and down your spine.

You just nodded and fluttered your eyes shut, letting Michael’s gentle touches and warmth lull you to sleep.

***

Two months.

It had been two months already and you still hadn’t decided on one of the three boys who you loved with your whole heart.

It was dreadful.

You discussed the situation with the three boys, who each had a look of pure unadulterated admiration on their faces as they listened to you explain that you loved them all, and they took matters into their own hands.

Duncan had bought you gift after expensive gift, ranging from a new pair of sneakers (which costed a whopping $300) to a new mattress so you didn’t get bad back pains from carrying a new life inside of you.

Michael had taken you on multiple dates, each of them a complete surprise to you. He took you to concerts, museums, fancy restaurants, parks, and ice cream shops, his eyes trained on you the entire time as if he wanted to memorize the look on your face each time.

Jim, however, had done something completely different. Something non-material.

He revealed to you his memories, his life before college, before you. How his mother was an overbearing and obsessive woman who used Jim as her therapy pet. How he overdosed twice, nearly killing himself. He talked about his twin sister, his only friend, and his love for the ocean and the stars, his three saving graces before you came along.

And that was what brought you to the beach in the middle of the night, watching Jim glide through the waves and ride them like the king of the sea. He was completely in his element, with the moon and the stars lighting his way as he tore through the ocean.

You wrapped the blanket tighter around your body as you watched him, completely hypnotized by him. You knew he surfed and he did it well, but you didn’t know that he was that good. A cheer erupted from you when you watched him slice right through the wave and appear on the other side untouched. His smile was visible from your spot on the sand, and it shone brighter than any of the stars in the sky.

He paddled back to shore a short while later, undoing his ankle leash before he walked over to you. “You killed it out there, handsome,” you announced when he was only a few feet away from you, watching as he tossed his board into the sand before sitting down next to you.

“Really?” he asked, his hand reaching up to his neck to undo the Velcro that hid the start to his zipper.

“Definitely.” You grabbed the towel next to you and let the blanket fall off your shoulders as you leaned over and began to rub the towel on his hair. A soft chuckle bubbled in his chest and he unzipped his wet suit. “You should teach me how to surf one of these days.”

He grinned brightly, his nose crinkling and his eyes squinting at you. “Would you like that?”

You nodded and helped him tug his arms out of the sleeves of the wet suit, handing the towel to him a moment later. “I would love it.” You licked your lips and smiled. “Maybe you can teach the baby, too.”

His heart skipped a beat at that. “That would be awesome.”

You nodded and turned your body to face him, your eyes trained on his face. “Like a mini you or Medina just out there, conquering those waves.”

A soft silence washed over the two of you as he dried himself off. The wind kicked up slightly and you pulled the blanket back onto yourself, scooting closer to him to keep warm. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You locked eyes with him and noticed the tears that began to brim. “What’s wrong?”

His tongue darted out to lick his lips and you scooted even closer, taking the blanket and draping it over his shoulders. “This baby... I-I think it could keep me from falling.”

You tilted your head slightly. “What do you mean?”

“If I can be this baby’s father, I can have something that could keep me stable. Keep me from wanting to slip back into my old habits.”

“Keep you alive,” you choked out.

He nodded and you reached your hand up to cup his cheek. “I’d have something I’d want to stay alive to see. To look forward to.” He slowly extended his arm until his fingers skimmed across your stomach. “I’d have two things to live for. Two people.”

“Jimmy...”

“I know that you love Duncan and Michael too but...” He sniffled and stared at your stomach, his palm now laying flat against it. “But I love you. You and this baby.”

You both began to cry, tears falling down your faces as the sound of the waves crashing echoed through the night. “Jim,” you whispered, your hand lifting his face so you could look into his eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

You nodded and moved even closer to him, your lips only centimeters apart from his. “I don’t have to choose, yet. But there is one decision I can make right now.”

“What is that?”

“I’ve decided that I really want to kiss you right now.”

“I do too.”

You bumped your nose against his and let your eyes flutter shut, surging forward slightly and finally connecting your lips with his. He smelled like saltwater and tasted like the sugary cereals he basically survived on, and it made your head spin.

His hand moved to your hip and pulled you up onto his lap, his other hand going up so he could tangle his fingers in your hair. A gasp fell from your lips when he began to nibble at your lower lip, and a shiver ran up your spine. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he mumbled, lifting his hips slightly to grind against yours. “Wanted you for so long, baby.” You let out a small whimper and ground down against him in return, prompting him to throw his head back and let a hiss out from between his teeth. “Fuck me.”

You hummed and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his adam’s apple. “Not now, baby,” you whispered, brushing his hair back before sliding off his lap and onto the spot next to him.

“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be a tease.” He pouted and gently lowered you down onto your back. He moved to hover over you, his hands framing the sides of your head and his knees resting on either sides of your hips.

A small chuckle bubbled up and escaped through your lips. “I’m sorry, handsome. We need to get back before the boys wonder where we went.”

He sighed and leaned down, capturing your lips once again. “Fine. But we’re gonna pick up where we left off soon. Deal?”

“Deal.” A final kiss was pressed to the tip of your nose before he stood up, taking your hands and pulling you up afterwards. “My butt’s all wet now ‘cause I sat on your wet suit,” you grumbled, bending over to grab the blanket and towel.

“You sure that’s the reason?” he hummed, smacking your right ass cheek when you straightened back up.

You jumped slightly and spun around to snap him in the chest with the towel in your hand. “Watch those hands, mister.”

“Ooh, I like that name. Say it again.”

You rolled your eyes. “God, you’re insufferable.”“But you love me.”

“Yes, yes I do.” God, more than you can imagine.

***

The dorm was more silent than usual this morning, vacant of thundering footfalls, playful bickering, and blaring music.

The boys had all left for a weekend getaway in the mountains that they had been planning for months, and due to your situation, they vehemently rejected your pleas to go with.

So you were stuck in your dorm room with nothing to do, no one to hang out with, and a fucking baby in your stomach that prohibited you from ingesting anything that would harm it (i.e. alcohol). The boys had called you from a payphone the first night, but you hadn’t heard from them for the days following.

You were worried for all three of them, but especially for Jim. Knowing Michael and Duncan, they would probably get themselves into a stupid situation, and now being aware of Jim’s struggles, you feared that he would stumble down that same path again.

On top of that, after the conflict with Trevor began, you were on edge all the time, not knowing what he would do. You didn’t want to leave your dorm in case you ran into him, or in case he was watching you.

The bowl of cereal sat on the counter in front of you, untouched as you were too held up by your own thoughts to eat. The boys said they’d call when they got back into town, you thought to yourself. It’s already noon. They should be back by now. What if something happened to them? You shook your head. “Breathe, just breathe,” you told yourself. “I’ll just call them. They probably forgot.”

You grabbed your phone off the counter and dialed Duncan, nervously drumming your fingers along your thigh as it rang. “Hey babe,” Duncan’s voice purred after the fourth ring.

“Good, you guys are alive.” You let out a soft sigh and tugged lightly at a strand of hair. “You were supposed to call me when you got service.”

“It’s dangerous to drive and be on your phone.”

“It’s also dangerous to stress out a pregnant lady, asshole! I was worried that you guys died or something!”

Duncan sighed and you could tell that he was scrubbing a hand down his face. “I’m sorry, babe. We all weren’t thinking.”

You chewed on your lower lip and let out a small huff. “Sure you weren’t. Are you ever?”

“How about I make it up to you? Peanut butter shakes and french fries?”

You pursed your lips for a moment. “Dammit, Shepherd, you really know the way to my heart.”

“I pride myself on that.” His chuckle echoed through the phone and gave you slight chills. “We’ll be home in about an hour. How about you run a bath and relax until we get there? You seem worked up.”

“It’s because I am.” Again, he chuckled that chuckle that gave you chills. “See you in an hour, Shepherd.”

“Until then, babe.”

He hung up and you sat there for a moment, the phone still pressed against your ear, his voice still echoing in your mind.

God, why does everything have to be such a mess?

You grabbed your bowl and cleaned it out in the sink before heading to your room. Sifting through your closet, you grabbed your black silk robe that you splurged on a while back, along with a matching underwear set, a sheer tank top, and satin shorts. With all of your clothes in your arms, you headed into the bathroom and drew yourself a bath.

Keeping in mind that the boys would be home soon, you decided against adding a bath bomb since that would make you want to stay in the tub forever. Instead, you added a generous amount of bubbles and sunk into the hot water, letting it sooth away all the tension in your body.

***

“Y/N,” a groan echoed out, followed by a harmony of grunts.

But they all weren’t from the same person.

You felt your back being pressed against a solid chest, three different sets of hands roaming all of your body.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” another voice hummed.

Jim’s voice.

You looked around and saw the three boys surrounding you, all of you very naked. Jim and Michael were knelt in front of you, their hands skimming up your legs and going towards your core. Duncan sat behind you, his hands cupping your breasts as he laid kisses along your neck. Your hands flew over to grip onto Michael’s hair as he dragged a finger along your slit, a small moan falling from your lips. “How’s she look, Mikey?” Duncan asked, tongue darting out momentarily to lick at your sweat-soaked skin.

“Delicious,” Michael grunted. “Bet she tastes even better.”

You threw your head back in bliss, resting on Duncan’s shoulder. “Fuck, Y/N.”

“Y/N.”

***

“Y/N!” Duncan nearly shouted, startling you awake. Cold water sloshed around you and your hands instinctively flew up to cover your chest.

“You scared the shit out of me!” You screamed, grabbing a washcloth and flinging it at him.

He chuckled and dodged it, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Really? It seemed like you were having some very different feelings before I woke you.”

Your face grew hot and you sunk slightly lower into the water, cringing. “Oh my god.”

“Heard you say something like that. In a different tone, though.”

You covered your face with your hands and huffed, sucking in a deep breath before facing him with a glare. “Get out.”

He just laughed and turned on his heel. “Alright Miss Feeling Myself. Your shake and fries are out on the counter, if that’s what you’re still craving.” He turned around and winked before slinking out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

You flipped him the bird- well, more to his back- and stood up. You grabbed a towel and hastily dried yourself off before slipping on your underwear and the robe, ditching the shirt and shorts you grabbed. After throwing your hair up into a ponytail, you slinked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

“Michael Langdon, I swear to God!” you shouted.

In the kitchen, Michael stood there with your milkshake in his hand, slurping away happily.

He jumped at your voice and set the shake down, feigning innocence. “Hey, Y/N,” he hummed, smiling softly.

“Don’t eat the pregnant lady’s food!” You walked over to him and slapped his arm before grabbing the shake, shooting a cold glare at him. “You owe me for this.”

He sighed and pursed his lips. “What do you want?”

You thought for a moment. “Hmm, a massage sounds nice.”

His eyes nearly rolled back into his head and he let out a groan, but you really couldn’t tell if it was out of annoyance or... lust? You shook the thought out of your head and arched an eyebrow at him.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “Go lay down on the couch.”

You took a sip of your shake as you walked over to the couch, setting the drink down on the coffee table before attempting to lay on your stomach. A huff fell past your lips after a moment and you flashed him a remorseful look. “I don’t think I can lay on my stomach. It hurts.”

His expression shifted to one of gentle sorrow and he nodded, sitting down behind you with his legs crossed. Wordlessly, he pulled you back until you were almost in his lap and your lower back was pressed against his crossed legs. “Comfy?”

You nodded, reaching over and grabbing your drink before situating yourself back to where you were. Michael’s hands skimmed up your back, fingers delicately tracing along your spine and ribs before they rested on your shoulders. Slowly, he began to apply pressure to your sore muscles, untying the knots buried underneath your skin.

Small groans of satisfaction fell from your lips every few moments, head lolling slightly as you melted under his touch. It ended as soon as it started, though, and you huffed when he pulled his hands away. “There, all done,” he whispered in your ear, patting your shoulder.

“No,” you whined, leaning back on him.

He just chuckled and ran his hands along your upper arms, resting his chin upon your shoulder for a moment. “Alright, little baby, lay on your back.”

You rolled your eyes at his nickname but obliged, setting your now-empty cup on the table before tucking an arm under your head as you laid down. Your eyes fluttered shut and you sighed softly, wiggling slightly to get a bit more comfortable.

A small warmth radiated on your thighs and you opened your eyes to see Michael straddling your legs.”What are you up to?” you hummed, narrowing your eyes playfully at him.

He just flashed you a gentle smile and leaned over, his face now level with your slightly-swollen belly. “Hey, kiddo,” Michael whispered, fingers deftly working to undo the tie on your robe. It fell open within a matter of seconds, and your face flushed when you remembered that you were only wearing your underwear underneath the robe.

“Michael-”

“Shhh, don’t interrupt.” He let out a low laugh and rested his hands on your stomach, his hair cascading around his face and grazing your skin. “Kiddo, you gotta take it easy on mama. You’re already stressing her out.”

“I don’t think the baby is the thing stressing me out.”

He shook his head and trailed his fingers along your rib cage, threatening to tickle you. You clapped your mouth shut and wiggled away from his touch, prompting a small hum of approval to echo from his chest. “Now, we’re all very excited to see you, sweetheart. You’re gonna be just as beautiful and kind as your mama, I just know it.” He smiled softly and pressed a light kiss to your abdomen, lips barely dusting across your skin. “Just be patient, buddy. Take your time, don’t be hard on her. She loves you. We all do.”

You wiped away a tear that, until that moment, was unnoticed. “You’re such a sap,” you teased, voice thick with emotion.

“Only for you two.” His fingers grasped the tie for your robe and tied a bow, covering you back up. “Feel better?” His hand reached up and gently cupped your jaw, his thumb grazing along your cheekbone.

“Much better, thank you.”

He smiled satisfactorily and nodded, pressing his lips to your forehead before shifting off of you. A small echo in your mind told you that you missed the feeling of his warm body hovering above you, but you shushed the voice as soon as it spoke.

“Hey, Michael?”

“Yeah?”

You hesitated for a moment. “Can you... Can you make sure I drained the tub? I don’t remember if I did.”

He nodded, a flicker of an emotion flashing past his face, but it was gone as soon as it came. “Sure. Anything else?”

You shook your head and pushed yourself up to a sitting position. “Thank you.”

***

12:31 a.m.

Duncan stumbled into your room, his hair a mess and his shirt halfway up, exposing his stomach. “Woah, woah, woah,” you announced, sitting up in bed and holding your hands out in front of you. “Where’s the fire?”

He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing and his nostrils flaring slightly. “I have a problem.” Gently, he placed both his hands in yours, fingers curling around yours.

“What’s wrong?” You tugged him closer and pulled your hands from his, moving them to wrap around his waist and hold him tight.

“Annette and Bill want me to go up to DC for winter break.”

Your heart sunk in your chest at the mention of those two wretched people. The disgust left you for a second, however, when Duncan wrapped his arms around your upper body, caging you in. You wracked your brain for a solution, even though all thought processes basically flew out the window the moment he laid his hands on you.

“I’ll come with you,” you abruptly blurted out, not even giving it a second thought.

He seemed to freeze in your arms. Slowly, he pulled away from you and rested his hands on your biceps, staring into your eyes. “What?”

“I’ll come with you to DC.”

He furrowed his brow and pursed his lips. “Let me get this straight. You want to go up to DC with me to deal with my insufferable family and throw away your whole break?”

You thought for a moment before sighing softly. “I don’t want you to have to be with them all by yourself.” You shrugged slightly. “Besides, I’ve always wanted to go to the Smithsonian. And we’re only gonna be there for like a week, then we can come back to sunny LA and just relax for the rest of break.”

He seemed taken aback, his eyes searching yours. Not even a moment later, he launched himself into your arms and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. “Thank you so much,” he whispered, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Of course. Anything for you.” You squeezed him once before reluctantly pulling away. “Get some sleep, Dunc. My first check-up is at 9 tomorrow morning.”

He nodded and pecked your forehead once more before retreating. He stopped in the doorway, though, and turned on his heel. “I’ll get the plane seats booked.”

You hummed in response and laid back down in bed. “Sounds good. I’ll pay you back in the morning.”

“There’s no need, Y/N. Seriously.”

You flashed him a kind smile and nodded. “Alright. Get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, babe.”

“Goodnight, dork.”

God, you were in deep.

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