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Demon Bait - Seth Borden X Reader
SUMMARY - Turns out demons are drawn to you even more than spirits are to Seth
WARNINGS - established relationship w/ Seth and reader, demonic entities
WORDS - 1.4k
NOTES - this didn’t quite turn out the way that I had hoped but frankly I’m stuck on this one so hopefully its good enough for y’all lol (also I know the gif is being weird shut up)
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It was something you had learned the hard way. For some reason, you seemed to be a magnet for demons. Every location that was said to have a demonic presence, you would be targeted by it. You couldn’t even make fun of Seth for being ghost bait anymore because you decidedly had it worse.
The house had been active since the moment you walked in the door. Most of it was knocking and footsteps, but the spirit box had also turned itself on in Sam’s backpack and emitted a tone that indicated a large temperature change. More concerning than anything was the constant presence you felt over your left shoulder the entire night.
You had stopped vocalizing most of the things you experienced, as the boys had started talking about keeping you out of potentially demonic locations, and you weren’t willing to be benched from any investigations. You only ever told them the small stuff anymore.
You had been investigating this house for around seven hours, and it was finally 3AM. The feeling of being watched had been growing stronger all night, and by now felt like there was someone – or something – standing a mere inch behind you at all times. You felt crowded, to say the least.
The demonic energy was said to be in the master bedroom on the first floor, something that your gut was telling you was true. Earlier in the night, you thought you had seen a shadow figure in this room, and you felt something tug at the back of your shirt as you walked out, as if something was trying to pull you back in. It was the last place you guys had to properly investigate, and you were planning to finish off the night with an Estes session.
“Are you sure you want to go under for this? You’ve been kinda spacey for the past hour. I don’t want this thing to get to you too much. I can go under if you’d rather sit this one out,” Seth offered. As someone who attracted a lot of paranormal attention, he knew something in that house had an eye for you. He had also done enough investigations with you that he was able to see when something was targeting you. It was scary enough being targeted by normal spirits, so he could only imagine how terrifying it would be to have demons attracted to you.
“I’ll be fine, babe. If I’m not, I’ll pull myself out. I don’t allow these things to harm me if I can help it,” you replied, taking the blindfold from Colby.
“You say that, but what if you can’t? What if this thing is stronger than you? It already said your name five times tonight. I don’t know if I like this.”
“Seth, I’m an adult. I know what my limits are. This is our last investigation. Tell you what, if you get too scared while I’m under, you can pull me out, okay?”
You and Sam shared the sentiment that, because there were a lot of reports of people being touched or grabbed while in the bed, that you would get the best results while laying on it for your session, although Seth made you compromise on the issue, and you ended up just sitting on it to appease him. He was always very protective of you while doing paranormal stuff, even before you had started dating.
A shadow figure, 8 feet tall and bending down sideways to look at you, showed itself to you in the doorway right before you went under.
“Begin.”
“Wow, immediately.”
“Speak. Now.” The putrid smell of smoke filled your nostrils. You scrunched your nose as it seemed to heat up your face.
“We haven’t even asked anything yet. That’s crazy.”
“Who are we speaking to?”
“You know me.”
“We know you? Is this Elizabeth again? We were speaking to you earlier.”
“You wish I…”
“Like ‘you wish I was Elizabeth’, as if what we’re talking to isn’t her?”
“That’s creepy. Tell us your name. Who are we talking to?”
“Are you scared yet?”
“Oh, fuck off, that’s not cool.”
“Borden. Fear.”
“Are you the demon that was said to make Elizabeth set the bedroom on fire?”
“Demon. Beelzebub.”
“We should stop talking to this thing. You know what happens when Y/N-“
“Not yours anymore.”
“I don’t think we should keep-“
“Wait.”
When your leg had started shaking, you hadn’t noticed. What you had noticed however, was just how lightheaded you were getting. You almost had to fight to keep your head up. The static of the spirit box was starting to lull you into a meditative state that blocked out even the ability to perceive the feelings in your own body. You took a deep breath and continued listening.
“I set the fires.”
“Fires, plural? Did you set multiple fires?”
“Different people.”
“You made different people set the fires?”
“Pyromaniac demon is a new one.”
“Maybe it wanted to recreate Hell on earth or something.”
“Yours. For you.”
“Our Hell? What-“
“Not leaving with you.”
“Correct, you’re not allowed to leave with us.”
“Can we talk about this really quickly? It makes people set fires, supposedly in order to create a personal Hell. For Elizabeth, it was killing her own sister, and it sounds like it’s made other people do the same.”
“You’re not understanding.”
“What are we not understanding? Help us understand, tell us what you want us to know.”
“You’re losing this one. Y/N. Leave us.”
“Fuck no, pull them out.”
“Mine now. Say goodbye.”
“Pull them the fuck out!”
The red light from the camera blinded you as the headphones and blindfold were ripped from your head. A pair of arms wrapped around you before you could completely remember where you were. All three boys were shouting, you assumed enforcing that whatever was in this house needed to leave you alone. Your head crashed backwards into Seth’s chest, giving yourself a moment to get your bearings back.
“Holy fuck, baby, your nose is bleeding.”
Your hand came away from your face coated in blood that you hadn’t even felt fall. Even under the red light, you could tell it was a lot. Sam rushed to turn the room lights on as Colby stopped recording for the moment. Your well being was now more important than anything.
The shadow figure still stood in the doorway.
“We’re being watched,” you told them, voice breathy and labored. “We need to leave. Now.”
~*~*~*~
It was raining outside, but none of you really cared. The cover over the porch provided just enough dry space for the four of you to use. They figured that, even if it wasn’t completely away from the house, it was still outside, which was safer than being in an enclosed space with whatever was going after you. Seth had you drawn into his lap facing him, checking your pupils and wiping at your nose every five seconds to make sure you were recovering.
“How are you feeling? How’s your head?” Colby asked, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You lightly swatted him away, feeling crowded enough by your boyfriend.
“Better. I’ll be back to normal in a couple days, but either I’m gonna sleep way too much or not at all for awhile.” You laid yourself on Seth’s chest as the exhaustion gripped your senses.
“You’re staying home and recovering for awhile. I don’t want you even mentioning ghosts for at least a couple months after this,” Seth declared. He rubbed up and down your back to the tempo of your tired breathing.
“Baaaaabe.”
“Don’t ‘babe’ me. You keep pushing yourself like this, you’re gonna land yourself in the hospital. This is too fucking dangerous for you. You’ll get a demonic attachment if you’re not careful.”
You knew he was right. You had always tried not to let your ability to attract demons scare you, sometimes to a reckless degree. If it were just about you, you probably wouldn’t care as much, but bringing something demonic home with you meant bringing something demonic home to Seth, and your last desire was to put him in any sort of danger.
“…Fine, but only because I like you so much,” you replied, a bit defeated. He squeezed you a bit tighter at that, feeling better about it already.
“Thank you, baby. Now, let’s get you some sage and holy water before we leave. Even I feel fucking unclean after that.”
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Sam and Colby Masterlist
⨀ - Angst
* - Fluff
Heavy Metal Lover (Colby Brock x Reader) ⨀ * - PART 2
Piss off your parents (Colby Brock x Reader) * ⨀ - PART 1 ; PART 2 ; PART 3
Phases (Colby Brock x Reader) ⨀ *
Never Beating the Allegations (Colby Brock x Reader) *
Safety Blanket (Seth Borden x Reader) *
Hostile Presence (Nate Hardy x Reader) ⨀ *
More to be added....
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SETH BORDEN - FINALLY
I MADE THIS GIF PLEASE GIVE CREDITS. I saw no seth fics and he's so hot. So I decided to write one for those who wanted one! -
You didn’t remember how you ended up in the house of a Paranormal investigator. All you remembered was getting pushed to your death. You were fuelled with such hatred and revenge for whoever pushed you. That you didn’t even consider letting it go and head to the other side.
It was fun being a spirit. The look on people's faces when you moved things was priceless. That was until Seth moved in. He didn’t even have any reaction. He just made stupid excuses. It was so infuriating all you wanted was for him to give you attention.
As time did pass on. You were starting to become more and more obsessed with Seth. He was an attractive guy around the same age you would’ve been if you were alive. You wanted so badly for him to be attracted to you as well. But you knew that could never happen. He was alive, you were dead.
You would sometimes tag along with him to locations. Yes, you were attached to him, but it wasn’t like you were hurting him. You didn’t drain his energy except for small things like batteries. His mood didn’t even change.
It was like every investigation, but this one was different. You watched and observed what gave him a scare. Maybe you could do some at home to finally get him to notice you. That’s when you got the idea.
As soon as he returned to the house. You already had a prewritten message on the mirror.
‘I’m watching you’
It didn’t work all that well. He didn’t get the scare you wanted. He was shocked, but assumed it was his friends pulling tricks on him. You were starting to lose hope until you tried sone last time. But this time so he can see it himself.
As soon as he entered the bathroom you wrote in red marker.
‘I like you, but I’m dead”
His reaction wasn’t what you wanted. You knew he wasn’t going to like someone who was dead. He immediately got spooked and left the room. You didn’t expect him to say anything back. But it would’ve been nice if he would’ve at least knowledge you.
Then, as a last resort. He went into the sight of a mirror once more. You knew this time would be different. After a few seconds of deliberation on whether or not to proceed. You knew you had to do it, and this was your last chance. So you appeared in front of the mirror like that unexpectedly and out of nowhere. His face became extremely pale, and his eyes slowly drifted to yours.
Finally
#seth#seth borden#sam and colby#fluff?#paranormal#ghost love#ghost in love#seth borden fic#seth borden imagine#exploring with josh#paranormal investigator
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Protector - Colby Brock
Summary: Sam and Colby invite a fan on the channel and the fan begins to have a panic attack because some very unreal things are happening to her, and she begins to realize she’s on the spectrum of being a medium, all firsts for the sam and colby channel. and colby feels the need to protect the young fan, and the other fans eat it up
Notes: this isn’t romantically at all!!:) i think it’s a cool concept because he’s the sweetest, and gives protective older brother energy!
i also made up the whole story of the house
THIS IS REALLY REALLY LONG
WARNINGS: I mention miscarriages, domestic violence and suicide (for the story of the hauntings and one experience y/n had) panic attacks
“What’s up guys it’s sam and colby!” Colby calls, throwing his arms infront of it. “we’re here at the the banville manor with axe murderer seth” sam says as seth laughed. “And someone whose never ever experienced anything paranormal, our fan, y/n” colby said, holding his arms next to her as if to show case something, wiggling his fingers in awe. “hi guys!” she waved, her hands covered by her flannel sleeves as if she was cold.
y/n stood off to the side talking to seth as sam and colby gave the intro. “so you’r sceptic?” seth asked, starting conversation. “well maybe” she says. “when i was little i used to talk to this little girl” she said, “my mom had a miscarriage before me, they think that’s who i used to talk to but i think i was just a kid with imaginary friends.” she laughed, seth’s mouth opened wide. “your kidding? you could be a medium!”
y/n explained that sometimes she felt she could see and hear people around her that no one else could hear, but she tried to tune it out cause she felt crazy. “your kidding y/n that’s so cool, maybe we can change your mind today” seth said, placing his hand on her shoulder and smirking. “what happened?” colby asked, sam faced the camera toward seth and y/n
seth asked y/n if he could tell the camera and y/n nodded “y/n was telling me that she can see and hear people but tunes it out because she felt crazy” seth said. “so you might be a medium?” colby asked, just as seth did. y/n nodded, scared already.
“y/n, if you get to scared, we can take breaks or we can stop, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want too” colby said off camera, letting her know that they would keep her safe. she nodded with a smile, still really scared.
the story of the banville house is, in 1973 aliza banville, a seventeen year old girl, got pregnant with her boyfriends baby. Unfortunately, her boyfriend didn’t like the idea of having a child and thought it was aliza’s fault, inevitably taking it out in her violently. soon enough aliza lost the baby, aliza did not cope well with the loss of her baby and ended her own life by jumping off the top of the building.
“this story is so sad” y/n said, walking into the house, standing between seth and colby as sam recorded. seth agreed, admiring the beauty of the manor. “this house is big” seth said. “well aliza’s parents were famous for owning a brewery downtown” colby mentioned, walking further into the house.
around midnight, they had started the investigation. y/n had a pounding headache, not alerting anyone of the headache in fear of ruining their video. they handed y/n the emf meter as they entered the room of aliza. as the four of them walking into the room chit chatting and explaining, y/n looked at a chair in the corner.
in the corner, was a girl with long red hair, holding an empty wad of blankets like a baby. y/n froze as the girl looked up. the emf immediately went to red and stayed there.
the girl looked up at y/n, she had tears on her face. and she said “hes gonna hurt you” y/n stepped back and screamed
“hey hey? what happened?” sam pointed the camera at y/n but suddenly noticed the tears in her eyes and a frozen look on her face “y/n what happened?” colby walked to her. “is this okay?” he asked, getting ready to rest his hand on her back and hold her hand to help her sit down. she nodded as colby attempted to set her in a chair, but y/n could still see the girl. “can we please go outside?” she was shaking. colby nodded. “what happened y/n?” sam said, leading them down the stairs “can i tell you outside? please i don’t want to go in here right now” sam turned off the camera and helped y/n down the stairs
as she moved all she heard was screaming, and the further she moved through the house and away from the door the more screaming she heard and the bigger her headache became
as soon as they broke the thresh hold it all stopped.
colby sat y/n on the steps and sat next to her, seth on the other side and sam right in front. “are you okay to tell us?” sam asked, y/n nodded, taking a deep breath and wiping her tears. “you guys can film if you want, your viewers will want to hear this” she gave permission, and colby turned on the camera “did you see a girl in that chair in the corner?,” she asked, visibly shaking. colby took a sharp breath. sams mouth opened wide. “no, there wasn’t anyone there y/n” seth said, y/n shook more, putting her hands on her eyes as she began to cry more. “i- i saw a girl- long red hair and a dirty bloody dress, holding a blanket in the wad of a baby swaddle but there was no baby-“ she explained. “aliza…” colby whispered.
“she looked at me when the emf went red and she said “he’s gonna hurt you” and that’s when i screamed” she said, shaking her hands. “that’s crazy y/n! are you okay? do you want to stop?” colby asked, rubbing her back. “no no i’m okay i’m just crazy” she shook her head, standing up. “y/n would you like to call amanda?” colby offered, “you know her right?” y/n nodded, of course she said. she wasn’t a sam and colby fan if she didn’t know amanda. “she’s a medium, she could help” y/n nodded, taking a breath as sam handed seth the camera so he could call amanda.
“hi guys! what’s up!” amanda smiled. “hi amanda! we have a fan with us today and she just had a weird experience we want your opinion” y/n explained her experience, and her experiences as a child. amanda listened with intent. “y/n i think your like i am” she explained. “i understand how scary this can be but they can not hurt you” she promised, “you just have to assert dominance, and tell them they can’t hurt you. but sam, colby, if you see her get physically ill or if she mentions getting physically ill please take her out, be careful” they all nodded, hanging up and turning off the camera. “are you okay with going again?” y/n nodded, standing again. “can you guys stay by me? i’m sorry if i’m ruining the video” colby shook his head. “no this is the most we’ve ever caught, plus your safety is more important y/n” colby promised. “if your only wanting to go back to not ruin the video please don’t, we don’t want you to get hurt” colby said, sam agreed.
“one of us will be with you at all times, we promise” seth said, giving her a high five and a smile.
the group went back inside, and back to aliza’s room. “whatever is in here can not hurt me or my friends here!” aliza said with confidence. “i have God on our side” she spoke. and as she did aliza walked through the door and sat on the bed
“she’s in here” y/n said, holding her hands up to make the boys be quiet. “i won’t hurt you” aliza said. “will you answer my friends questions?” aliza nodded “she said yes guys”
seth asked the first question. “who is gonna hurt y/n?” aliza looked up, pointing to the doorway. it was a man, he stood in the door with an angry face. he stood with blood on his hands. “get out” he said
“you can’t hurt me” she spoke at him. “you can not hurt aliza anymore!” she snapped, as the spirit stepped backwards and a little girl ran passed his legs to hide behind aliza on the bed. “get out!” y/n yelled towards the spirit. he lunged forward, with a scream at her face and then was gone, y/n pressed her hand to her back.
“thank you” and the sad face aliza had, went into a smile as she held this little girl, her little girl. she was reunited. and y/n felt content. “what happened?” seth asked, the boys had gotten this whole thing on camera. “the man who hurt aliza stood in the door, and aliza’s miscarriaged baby ran to aliza and they are reunited” she said, happy tears in her eyes.
“yo y/n!” sam said, pointing to her back. “what?” colby gasped and seth yelled “yoooo!” they all went crazy.
three long bleeding scratches seeped through her shirt, she lifted it up to show the camera.
“your kidding me?” she said, “the one time i meet my hero’s and i find out i’m a medium and i get scratched” she began to breath heavily. “i can’t i can’t..” her breaths began to go quickly, and her heart sped up. “i can feel him he’s watching us” she said, freaking out. her head started hurting and then everything went black.
when she woke up she was on the steps of the manor. “what happened?” y/n asked. “you passed out” sam said, explaining it to her. “are you okay? do you need water?” colby asked, seth was filming after getting permission. “no i’m okay, i just.. i can’t go back in there” they had been investigating and touring for 6 hours now, it was dark and all this happened at 3am.
“thank you, y/n for allowing us to use this footage and get that” sam said, colby nodded. “well i don’t want anyone to be like i was, they need to know” she said, shaking. “do you want a hug?” colby asked, holding out his arms. “yes of course” she smiled, getting pulled into a hug. “thank you guys for letting me come with you” “you were a blast y/n, i’m glad your safe” colby said, pulling sam into the hug.
and the video ended
Video comments:
user35: WAIT I LOVE Y/N BRING HER BACK ON!!!
user07: THATS SO SPOOKY IM GLAD Y/n IS OKAY
user23: BRING Y/n AND AMANDA ON
user04: BRING Y/N BACK.
user32: SHES SO PRETTY
user65: that’s actually so scary!! i’m so glad your okay!
user76: BRING Y/N back😡😡😡😡😡😡😡
#sam and colby#xplr#xplr club#corey sherer#seth borden#lizzie borden#youtube#colby brock#sam golbach#jake webber#sam and colby fic
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I'm back, babyyy! New and improved! I've worked on my writing! And I shall continue the P1H series ASAP! In the meantime, requests are still open! (Please make sure to check my guidelines (masterlist) before requesting!) (you can find a link to my masterlist in my description)
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Hitlist
Here is the complete list of who I write for.
My requests are OPEN
@ship268 is my masterlist account
@recs268 is my fic rec account
@thing268 is my shitposting account
Bold people are who I’m currently obsessing over (might write them faster tbh)
I write one-shots and I do so for these fandoms and select characters;
RPF (CC!)
(FCB)
Hector Fort
Pablo Gavi
Fermin Lopez
Pedri
(Formula 1)
Andrea Kimi Antonelli
Ollie Bearman
Franco Colapinto
Felipe Drugovich
Pierre Gasly
Liam Lawson
Charles Leclerc
Lando Norris
Oscar Piastri
George Russell
Logan Sargeant
Max Verstappen
(Formula 2/3)
Paul Aron
Dino Beganovic
Luke Browning
Juan Manuel Correa
Dennis Hauger
Arvid Lindblad (Aged up/F2 and up only)
Zane Maloney
Pepe Marti
Sebastian Montoya
Alex Powell (Aged up/F2 and up only)
Tim Tramnitz
(Indycar)
Marcus Armstrong
Colton Herta
Callum Ilott
Christian Lundgaard
David Malukas
Pato O’Ward
(Musicians)
Vinny Mauro
Noah Sebastian
Brad Simpson
(NFL)
Joe Burrow
Justin Herbert
Brock Purdy
(Sam and Colby & Co)
Sam Golbach
Colby Brock
Seth Borden
Nate Hardy
**Inspo for them is hit or miss fyi**
(Drivers (Random))
Ralf Aron
Jenson Button
Arthur Leclerc
Clement Novalak
Theo Pourchaire
Kimi Raikkonen
Mick Schumacher
Fred Vesti
Sebastian Vettel
Connor Zilisch
(Youtubers)
BigPuffer
Max Fewtrell
James Harvey Blair
ElasticDroid
Grizzy
Harry Lewis/W2S
Simon Minter/Miniminter
Pezzy
Chris Sturniolo
Matt Sturniolo
The only fictional person I accept requests for is Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy).
~~
Rule for requesting:
1. Read the Hitlist. You are here. Is the person on there? If not, don’t request it. If they’re in the same category, ask and I’ll think about it (no promises). I’ll try my best to write for anyone.
2. Please don’t ask for 18+/smut. I am asexual. I don’t associate with that shit.
3. I’m open to part 2s (and so on) of stories previously written, just give me a prompt or something to go off of. Please don’t be “part 2 pls”, give me something to work with lol
4. No male readers please! I do gender neutral or female reader :)
5. No female characters. I don’t swing that way.
6. 99% of the time I’m open to anything. Just ask :)
Thank you <3
-BAD268
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Up Top! - Seth Borden X Reader
SUMMARY - You and Seth have developed a… unique high five
WARNINGS - none
WORDS - 1k
NOTES - This is actually something I used to do with a friend of mine. I thought it would be cute to write. Also Chase is in this one
~*~*~*~
Neither of you were sure how long you had been doing it, but by now it was practically automatic. Every time you and Seth got excited, you would… well, it wasn’t quite a high-five, but that was the closest approximation you could make. You got a few odd looks and laughs the first couple of times, but at this point you got looked at funny if Seth’s palm didn’t collide with your forehead when you two were hyped up about something.
At least part of it was due to your height difference. Being shorter than him, you had already become his designated armrest, so it was no real surprise when he started joking about your height by holding out his hand to high five you right at your face height and you just… smacked it with your forehead in spite. It was goofy, and the fans definitely loved it.
You, Seth, and Chase were filming a video for Chase’s channel. It was a quiz challenge thing, all the questions coming from Twitter fans asking you about details of your past videos that you were likely to get wrong. The two losers of the challenge had to dye a strip of their hair whatever color the winner decided. Two of you were gonna end up matching, and as funny as the concept was, you’d rather not let either of them decide what colors your hair was.
“I fucking knew it, too! My first fucking thought was, ‘oh it was definitely my green hoodie’, but then you started talking and I started doubting myself! Motherfucker,” you exclaimed, sinking into the backseat of the car. You put your head in your hands, annoyed by the laughter coming from the brothers in the front seats.
“Haha! I messed with your mind!” Seth laughed.
Y: “Guys, this man in gaslighting me! I have it here.”
S: “Alright Chase, your turn.”
C: “Damn, alright. Hit me.”
S: “What was the name of the man who was rumored to have hung himself at the Shanley Hotel?”
C: “Ah, fuck. How am I supposed to remember that? We filmed that a couple months ago.”
Y: “Even I know the answer to this, and I haven’t even been there yet.”
S: “How the fuck do you know then?”
Y: “I watched the video! I was interested in the lore! It was new information!”
S: “Fuckin’ nerd, alright. What’re you a fan or something?”
Y: “Oh, I’m so sorry for supporting you and your career, Jesus.”
S: “Ok Chase you’ve had plenty of time to come up with an answer. What do you think his name was? Like, honestly, if I didn’t have the answer right in front of me, I don’t think I'd be able to answer this one.”
C: “Fuck, um… David or somethin’? I don’t know!”
S: “Final answer?”
C: “I guess? I really don’t know.”
The smirk on your face grew to a grin as he answered.
S: “Wrong, it was William.”
Y: “Get fucked! Oh, I knew you weren’t getting that one.”
S: “Now you two are tied.”
C: “One of us is gonna lose.”
Y: “Seth is already losing this one.”
S: “Yea, there’s no way I’m wining. I’ve only got two questions right.”
Y: “Should we do a tiebreaker? One question, and whoever gets the answer right first wins?”
C: “Oh, yea. We gotta find a question both of us could answer, though.”
S: “Alright, I’ll look. Give me a second.”
You and Chase relaxed for a moment, avoiding opening your phones in case you came across the same question that Seth could ask you. Chase turned around in his seat when he heard you chuckle to yourself.
“What’s funny?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing. Just deciding what color would look best on you two.” He rolled his eyes at you, his competitive side coming out full force now that it was down to the wire.
“What makes you think you’re winnin’?” You folded your arms over your chest in defiance.
“I’ve watched the videos multiple times. I know what the fans have seen.”
S: “Okay, shut up. I’ve got the question. At the Hatfield Estate, what did the ghost of Arnold whisper in Josh’s ear?”
Y: “Oh, shit! Fuck, I know this!”
C: “God, what was it? I was standin’ right next to him when it happened, too. Damn it…”
S: “You guys get thirty more seconds before I need an answer, right or wrong. Whoever gets closest, I'll take it.”
C: “God, was it ‘come find me’? I remember it was a little kid sayin’ it.”
S: “That-“
Y: “No! It was ‘over here’ because after we started freaking out about it the REM pod started going off in the other room! Like it was trying to show us where it was!”
S: “Yea, that’s correct, actually. Chase, you lost.”
You were practically jumping in the back seat from excitement, cheering at Chase’s distraught state. Your hyper reaction was infectious, and Seth stuck his arm towards the back seat for a high five. You threw your head forward, your forehead making contact with his open palm.
S: “Let’s go! Good job.”
Y: “I fuckin’ knew it! Now I have to decide on a color.”
S: “Wait fuck I forgot I have to do that. What the hell am I celebrating for?”
The three of you wrapped up the video, opting to post pictures of you dying their hair as well as the final result on instagram later.
“How many edits do you think we’re gonna get out of the high five this time?” Seth asked, knowing full well there would be some made within an hour of posting the video. There were always at least a couple when you two did that. The fans loved your silly little habit. They thought it was really cute and endearing, and frankly, so did you.
“Oh, plenty. It’s been at least two months since we did that on camera. They’re gonna eat that shit up.”
“Will you two just fuckin’ date already?”
“Chase!”
“Shut up, bro!’
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SEPARATED - Seth Borden X Reader
SUMMARY - During a solo investigation, Seth comes into contact with a spirit that wants to harm you while you are three floors away from him. He needs to check on you
WARNINGS - very briefly proofread (yes that is a warning)
WORDS - 2.1k
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Seth was getting more comfortable with the alone investigations. They still freaked him out a bit, owing to the fact that those investigations tend to leave people feeling incredibly vulnerable. Safety in numbers, and all. He also still had trauma from being grabbed twice in the Conjuring basement. Frankly, one of the things that kept him calm was your attitude about the investigations.
You had ways been a go-getter when dealing with the paranormal. Of course, you always took proper precautions both before and after you had been at any location any of the boys took you to. You were very good at swallowing your fears for the sake of the investigations and have (on more than three occasions) run directly towards some sort of perceived danger in an attempt to catch something on camera. You were seemingly fearless, something that Seth admired about you. He was trying to be more like you, though his anxiety got the better of him sometimes.
The hospital that Josh had brought you to had seven floors. This was the second night of the investigation. The night prior, the three of you had done a walk through and attempted an EVP session on each floor. Some floors didn’t seem to be active at all, while others felt they had something much more sinister lurking around.
“Okay, what do you guys want to bring? I’m taking the DR60 to the children’s floor. We got a lot of EVP there yesterday,” Josh said, taking the device from its box. Seth pulled the spirit box from the bag, and you followed by retrieving the Alice box.
“First floor seemed the most calm last night so I’m staying here. I’m not dealing with any demonic shit tonight,” Seth said. You rolled your eyes at him, turning on your camera.
“God, you’re such a baby. I’m taking fourth floor. Hopefully I can actually catch that door slam this time,” you declared. Seth looked at you with wide eyes.
“You’re insane. I don’t understand how you haven’t had an attachment yet.”
“I always get sick evidence. You can judge when you capture a shadow figure as clear as I did a few months ago.”
“They got a point,” Josh cut in, throwing his bag over his shoulder. “Everyone ready?”
~*~*~*~
The fourth floor was designated for the psych ward, back when the hospital was operational. The guides that you had taken the tour with yesterday said that the energies on this floor were more demonic, given how violent they typically were. You wanted to test a theory about that tonight. Something told you that the energies were just the violent patients. They were treated horribly when they were held in this hospital. A fair amount of hostility was to be expected.
“Okay guys, so I’m on the fourth floor, which was the psych ward, and I’m completely alone tonight. I have the… Alice box with me. I really want to figure out if its truly demonic, or if it's just violent spirits. Frankly, I just think it’s the patients because it didn’t feel very demonic to me. Now where do we want to go first…”
There were a few spots that felt the most active to you, including the reception area and the singular children’s room, where the guides said they had watched a ball roll on its own only a few days ago. The most unnerving was the isolation room, where they would lock up the most violent patients for up to three weeks at a time. There were multiple recorded suicides in that room alone, which earned it the name of the ‘suicide room’. It was the room that the door had slammed closed on the previous night. If you were going to get any activity, it would most likely be there. The Alice box beeped in your hand as soon as you touched the door.
“Hunger.”
“Hunger… there were rumors that the staff would borderline starve the patients as some fucked up punishment when they were annoyed with them. Did the nurses not feed you while you were locked in here?” You placed the camera on the edge of the bed and crouched in front of it, keeping the device on the floor in front of you.
Beep. “Rare.”
“They rarely fed them. God, that’s so fucked. I’m so sorry that you were treated like that. You didn’t deserve it. I heard that there were patients that killed themselves in here. Is that true. Did you commit suicide in this room?”
Beep. “Stop.”
Beep. “Rude.”
“Was that rude to ask? I apologize, I just want to know your story. People should know how badly these nurses treated you. You deserved better.”
Beep. “Get out.”
Beep. “Room.”
Beep. “Mine.”
“Guys, I don’t think I’m very welcome here. Can you at least tell me your name before I leave? I’d like to know who I’m talking to.”
Beep. “Fuck off.”
~*~*~*~
“Alright guys, so I am on the first floor, which was where they had the emergency rooms and ICU, and they also did a lot of like, the lab work down here. Now, according to the guides, these two rooms right here are where they would keep the bodies of the recently deceased until either they were identified by a family member, or they would just stay here until the morgue had the space for them.”
A chair was sat in the corner of the room, the only piece of furniture in the space aside from the shelves drilled into the far wall, where Seth placed the camera. He sat in the chair, turned on the spirit box, and started his session. Static filled the empty room, echoing off the walls.
“To any spirits that reside in this room, the next room, or even any of the spirits on the entire first floor, if you would like to communicate, please feel free to come into this room and talk to me. I’d love to hear your story.”
“Hi, Seth.”
“Hello. Are yo-“
“Help.”
“Do you need help. Are you a patient here? If you were, can you say-“
“Yes I am.”
“ ‘Yes I am’. Do you need me to get you a nurse?”
“I’m dying. Seth.”
“I swear it just said-“
“Danger. Y/N.”
~*~*~*~
Beep. “Demon.”
“Well that’s comforting. Okay, you obviously don’t want to really communicate with me, so I’m leaving. Is there anything else you’d like to say to me before I leave? This is your last chance to… get a message out….” A wave of dizziness hit you halfway through your last sentence, leaving you to place a hand on the floor to stabilize yourself. “Shit, I’m lightheaded. I’m gonna have to take a second. This isn’t a good sign.”
Beep. “Die.” A loud slam echoed through the room as the door swung shut next to you. Your head snapped up to check the viewfinder, smiling to yourself as you realized that was most likely caught on the camera. The dizziness doubled as your vision started to go white, leaving you completely doubled over on the floor.
“Oh, motherfucker. Leave me alone. Get away from me right now. You do not get to affect me like this. If you want me to leave, then let me!”
~*~*~*~
“I don’t fucking like that at all. Are you saying that Y/N is in danger? Is there something that is going to harm them if they explore the psych ward alone?”
“He’s angry. Run away!”
“Who is angry? Tell me what’s gonna happen to Y/N.” Seth’s leg started shaking now, and his free hand pressed itself against his mouth as the anxiety crept in. He already didn’t like the alone investigations very much, but to hear what sounded like something threatening you made him all the more scared about it.
“Suicide. Help.”
“Will they be in danger if they go in the suicide room?”
“Too late. They’re dead!”
“Okay, fuck no. I’m going up there. That floor scares the fuck out of me but if something’s threatening them, I’m not letting them stay up there alone.”
“Y/N.”
“Nope, nope. I’m turning this off. We’re going upstairs, now. Y/N! Y/N!!”
~*~*~*~
Your ears had started ringing. You had turned the Alice box off to cut off communication with whatever was targeting you. You had tried the door, but due to the original purpose of the room, it could only be opened from the outside once fully closed. You had also tried to call either Seth or Josh to come get you out, but inexplicably, your phone had died. You had entered the room with 73% battery, and now it wouldn’t even turn on. The room was also soundproofed on the inside, and the boys were each three floors away from you, so shouting wouldn’t help. You were trapped until they realized you were missing, and you had all agreed to spend an hour apart.
“You have no real power over me. I am stronger than you. If you want me to leave, you have to leave me alone. I can’t walk out of this room if you keep making me… this dizzy… Christ, I’ve never had a room spin this fucking much in my life.”
Beep. “Scream.”
“What the fuck? I turned that o-… I think I just heard footsteps outside, holy shit.” You pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes in an attempt to stop the spinning. You turned the Alice box off once more.
“Y/N! Y/N/N, where are you?”
“Oh thank fucking god, it’s Seth. I can hear him, but I don’t think he’s gonna hear me. I can try…” You shuffled over the door, relying on touch to find your way. You pounded your fist on the door, wincing at the volume. The footsteps grew closer, as did his voice.
The door flew open, and instantly, your head cleared up. You breathed a sigh of relief as Seth’s terrified expression came into view. The smile that spread across your face did a good job of confusing him. Your hand made its way to his cheek. You were incredibly thankful to see him. He put down the camera to give you a once-over, making sure you weren’t physically harmed.
“God, I’ve missed your stupid face. Get me the fuck out of here.”
~*~*~*~
“You will not believe what I-… what happened?” Josh became concerned as soon as he saw you and Seth huddled next to each other on the lobby couch. Seth was still very shaken by what happened, while you were just relieved to be back to safety. He tucked the DR60 in his pocket and walked over to you, camera still rolling.
“I may stick with a buddy for the next few investigations,” you laughed softly, resting your head on Seth’s shoulder.
“They got locked in the fucking suicide room and almost passed out,” Seth explained. His hand made soft passes over your back. You were incredibly worn out from the whole experience, and it took a lot of effort to keep your yees open for very long.
“Holy shit. That’s terrifying.”
“Something was warning me about it on the spirit box, dude. I ran up there as soon as they started saying they were in danger. They would’ve been trapped in there for almost an hour if I hadn’t run up there.”
“See, because I thought I heard the door slam from upstairs but it sounded like it could’ve been on my floor so I didn’t know. Oh my god, that’s crazy.”
After Josh told you about the sheets moving and EVP of children crying he got on the top floor, the three of you decided that you had enough footage for the night and quickly filmed the outro outside the front doors of the hospital. As you packed everything into the car, Seth wrapped his arms around you.
“Good god, Borden. I’m fine. I feel like that freaked you out more than me,” you teased, turning around to return the affection.
“It said you were gonna fucking die! It scared me!”
“Well, too bad for you. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
“I’d never want to get rid of you. I kind of like having you around. Don’t know if you’ve noticed.” You laughed at his words, pulling away to finish packing up.
“In that case, we’re sharing a bed tonight because I’m sure you don’t want to sleep alone tonight and Josh snores like a motherfucker,” Seth said. You both laughed as you heard Josh’s protests from the driver’s seat.
“Aww, Seth. You know, if you wanted to cuddle, you could’ve just asked.”
“Shut the fuck-“
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Asking if you could write the Hangover story with Seth next? I'd love to see how he would help out with the paranormal hangover!
SUMMARY - You have your first paranormal hangover, and Seth helps you through it WARNINGS - none WORDS - 495
Why now? You had been through so many investigations before, and it had never happened, even on the most intense nights, so why now? You just had to get your first hangover on a minor, single ghost investigation. You were almost embarrassed.
Seth, of course, was the first to notice something was up. You had been spacey since you went under for the Estes session, and he had been keeping a close eye on you ever since.
“Hey, you doin’ alright?” he asked as he picked up his backpack from the floor. Chase was out at the car loading up the equipment, so it was just the two of you in the tiny, run down house. It took you a moment to shift your attention to him.
“Yea, yea, just… incredibly drained. Think I’ve got my first hangover,” you chuckled, slouching further into the chair you were in. You ran a tired hand over your face, hoping to wipe off some of the exhaustion. A hand was extended in front of you, Seth’s silent offer to help you up and into the car.
“Come on. The quicker we get you out of here, the sooner you’ll feel better. I’ve been through this before. I know what helps.” Your heart all but melted at the mixture of the gesture and the soft smile on his face. You took his hand wordlessly, thanking your lucky stars that you landed the coolest boyfriend ever.
You spent the ride home using every ounce of energy you had trying to focus on Seth’s words and keep yourself awake. At some point, you half registered something about fries and milkshakes, but you weren’t quite sure until you got back home. As soon as you were through the front door, you were all but babied. Seth grabbed you your coziest sweats and some fuzzy socks, insisting you change in the bathroom and not the bedroom because there were less chances of you just knocking out that way. You settled on the couch once you were changed, taking note of the show playing on the TV. Your favorite show. Good lord, he was spoiling you.
“Cozy?” he asked as he popped in from around the corner, fries and milkshakes in hand (so that’s what that was). You nodded, once again rubbing at your eyes. He sat down next to you and handed you your share of the food. A blanket was thrown over the two of you, and Seth proceeded to pull you into his lap. You laughed a bit to yourself as you settled in.
“Something funny?”
“You know you don’t have to go overboard here. It’s just a paranormal hangover. It’s not like I’m sick or anything.”
“What, you expect me not to spoil my wonderful partner during their first ever hangover? These can suck. I wanna make sure you get through your first one as spoiled and comfortable as possible.”
“You’re ridiculous. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
#seth borden x reader#seth borden#seth borden imagine#seth borden fic#this is super short oops sorry#ive been massively hyperfixating on a different fandom so i totally forgot this blog existed sorry!#hope this isn't too garbage
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OMG OKAY! OKAY! so! Hear me out!!
Seth x GN reader if possible! Where like reader is an absolute fearless motherfucker right? (You can pick where they are idm!) And so like when they do solo investigations they take a room where people say that like is evil ig? Like there's a demon or sum shit idk, and they get locked in there in the dark and their lights die and Seth is panicking meanwhile reader is just like "take your time man I'm just chilling WITH A DEMON!!!'
Take Your Time! - Seth Borden X Reader
WARNINGS - mentions of death/murder, demonic/evil entities WORDS - 951 NOTES -
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It was no secret that between you and Seth, you were the brave one. Whenever something came up on an investigation where previous visitors had been grabbed, scratched, or just scared out of their minds due to the activity in a certain place, you were always the first (and typically, the last) to step into that area for the investigation. Seth always stayed back and talked to you through the doorway.
This time, Seth had taken you to what used to be a pub and inn back in the 1800s. The most famous part of the building – the basement that functioned as a brothel until everyone in it was massacred – was also the most active. The tour guide told the both of you a story about a woman having her hair pulled by one of the spirits just days prior, and according to the guide, the spirit wasn’t exactly gentle.
“…where according to our tour guide, the killer took their own life after slaughtering everyone else in the brothel. Apparently this room right here has the most poltergeist-like activity. People getting touched, objects getting moved and straight up flung across the room. Strong activity.” You listened from a few feet away as Seth showed the camera around the little group of rooms. You shook your head as a chuckle rippled through you, grabbing the equipment you needed for the final part of the investigation.
“Aaaaand it’s a good spot for a solo investigation, don’t you think?” You smiled at Seth, popping into frame with the REM pod in hand.
“Fuck that noise. I mean, be my guest. I’ll hang out here if you want to make friends with another evil entity. I have enough demonic trauma, thank you very much.”
“God, you’re such a baby, Borden. At least try to catch something cool while you’re out there, you wiener,” you joked. You turned your flashlight on and made your way into the dark room alone.
According to the lore you managed to dig up before you arrived at the location, nobody knew whether the killer was a man or a woman, or why they had done what they’d done. Theories were that if it was a woman, it was revenge for the women of the brothel seducing her husband and tearing apart her marriage. If it was a man, most people believed he had found his wife working in the brothel and lost it. There were even some that believed that, no matter who did it, they were compelled by a demon to murder all those people. Nobody could say for sure.
“To whatever spirits are in this room, my name is (Y/N), and this device I have here is called a REM pod. I’m gonna place it right here on the vanity. I’m sure you’ve had a lot of visitors with a whole bunch of different equipment, so if you know how to use this, can you show me?”
Beeeeeeeeeep.
“That’s perfect, just like that. Can I ask who I’m speaking to? Is this one of the girls from the brothel? Or a member of staff?”
…
“Okay, is this one of their clients then?”
…
“Are you a non-human entity?”
Beepbeepbeepbeep
“Do you have a name?”
…
“Did you cause the deaths of all of these people?”
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-
“Can you stop that now, please?”
-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-
“Okay, I’m turning this off and leaving if you won’t cooperate.”
-eeeeeeeeeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep
Fed up with the entity’s unwillingness to hold a simple conversation, you stood from your seat on the edge of the old, crumbling fainting couch and moved to turn off the REM pod, but the entity had other plans. Your only sources of light, the flashlight in your hand and the light on the camera, flickered and went out at the same time before you could reach the REM pod.
“Oh, lovely. Thanks for that.”
SLAM!
The door to the room shut with such force that a mirror hanging on the wall rattled violently. You could hear Seth curse from the next room and haul ass to the outside of yours. The light from his camera peeked through the crack at the bottom of the door.
“(Y/N), you okay?!” Seth practically yelled, panic evident as he banged on the door.
“Fine, Seth. Just, y’know, trapped in her with an eVIL ENTITY THAT’S RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DEATHS OF DOZENS OF PEOPLE. Feel free to take your time with that door, Borden.”
Despite how much Seth was freaking out, you found the situation fairly amusing. The beeping of the REM pod had yet to cease. In fact, it was going crazier than before. You managed to find your way over to it and shut it off, and as soon as the device fell silent, a certain skinny paranormal investigator came crashing through the door, which was suddenly no longer locked. You fell to the floor yourself, cradling the camera as fits of laughter rolled through you. You batted away the hand touching your knee, giving yourself another few moments to catch your breath.
“Oh my god, talk about comedic timing! You just fell right through the door like a Scooby Doo scene!” you cackled, wiping the tears away from your eyes. Finally finding some semblance of composure, you sat up and once again attempted to push Seth’s hand off your knee, no longer needing his help to keep stable.
“Yea, hilarious. You need another minute to get the giggles out or can we get out of here?” Your eyes widened as you heard Seth’s voice to the right of you, several feet further than you thought he was. Your eyes snapped to your knee, watching as an unseen force tugged at your pantleg.
“Ayo-!”
#seth borden#seth borden x reader#seth borden fic#seth borden imagine#this feels like god awful writing#but i have sneezed out every last braincell i have#damn you allergy season
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Movie Night - Seth Borden X Reader
SUMMARY - Movie night with Seth WARNINGS - established relationship w/ Seth and reader, fluff!!! WORDS - 939 NOTES - requested by @1f0undth1sinth3trash ~*~*~*~
Nights like this were the nights you lived for. The house cold from the pouring rain outside, thunder rolling through the dark night as you gathered every blanket you could find. The door creaked and clicked shut as Seth closed it behind him.
“Food’s here!” Seth called from the entryway. You smiled, hearing his feet pad from the front door to the kitchen. The blankets were placed in a haphazard pile on the couch. The string lights around the room gave a very cozy atmosphere. At first, you made fun of Seth for wanting to get the purple ones (of course he wanted those), but you could now admit that they fit really nicely. They felt like him, and that simple fact made you like them all the more.
Burrowing under your mountain of blankets, you found the remote for the tv and turned it on, fingers barely poking out of the sleeves of the hoodie you had stolen form him months ago to press the buttons. You scrolled through Netflix to find his favorite movie. It was his turn to choose, but you knew what he was gonna pick anyways.
The cushion dipped next to you as Seth sat down, placing the Chinese food in your lap and the drinks and various other snacks on the coffee table in front of you. Balancing his own plate with one hand, he slotted his free arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to the side of your jaw. His hood was up, as it almost always was, and brushed against your skin as you instinctively leaned into him.
“How did you know what I was gonna pick?” he mumbles against your skin, pressing another kiss to your shoulder.
“I’d like to think I know you pretty well at this point, babe,” you respond, pushing his hood back to run your fingers through his hair. “Besides, you always pick something super cheesy, and you mentioned this movie to Josh literally last week and said you wanted to rewatch it soon.”
“Mmm. Oh, should I grab popcorn?”
“Maybe later. Right now, I’m in desperate need of food and cuddles.”
“Fair. Come here, baby.”
You giggled as he pulled you closer to him, kissing him once for good measure before you started eating. He reached over to press play on the remote, officially starting your weekly movie night.
It was a vast improvement on the days he was traveling. Whenever he was away filming a video, even if it was an ungodly hour wherever he was, he would FaceTime you on the date of your movie night so he was at least somewhat be with you. Even being able to see his face and hear his voice on those nights, it still wasn’t as nice as this. On those nights you missed him desperately, so when he was home like tonight, you made sure to hold him extra close, and extra tight. His hand drifted up the back of your shirt to glide along the skin of your back. You melted into the touch, leaning impossibly closer to him as you took another bite of your food.
“Ooo, this is my favorite part!” He whispered into your shoulder.
“You say that literally every time, Seth,” you said, rolling your eyes.
“And its always my favorite part. What’s your point?”
The weather continued to roll and pour outside as the movie continued. Seth kept interjecting with his own commentary, sometimes through mouthfuls of food or almost choking on his drink to get the words across. You loved him too much to find it annoying. At least it was fairly entertaining, and you had a tendency to remember certain parts of the movie because his comments made you laugh hard enough for the moment to stick in your brain for awhile.
By the time the movie was over, you had made your way into his lap, and both his hands were pressed to your skin as he held you, his lips pressing lazy kisses to your back as he got more tired and comfortable. Empty plates and packages of snacks lay discarded on the coffee table. He had stopped paying attention to the movie 20 minutes prior, opting instead to devote his attention to you. It never failed to melt your heart how affectionate he was with you. You wouldn’t trade it for the world.
“Seth, love, the movie ended ten minutes ago,” you said softly, turning slightly to make sure he could hear you.
“Hmm? Oh, shit, yea. We should clean up and get to bed,” he replied, finally looking up. He rubbed at his weary eyes, leaving the spot on your side where it was placed cold from the sudden lack of touch.
“As fast as possible though. I want to get back to being held,” you smiled, brushing a lock of hair behind his hair.
“Counterpoint: we sleep right here and deal with all this in the morning.”
“You make a compelling argument, Borden. I’m inclined to agree.”
You let out a yelp as he firmly wrapped his arms around you once again, pulling you and the blankets the two of you were buried under down with him. After adjusting the blankets so they properly covered the two of you, he pulled you into yet another kiss, cradling your face to pull you into him deeper and deeper until you needed to come up for air.
“I love you so much,” he whispered, thumb making gentle passes over your cheek. His eyes scanned every feature of your face, lingering on your lips, before finally setting on your eyes.
“I love you too.”
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hii could i request a Seth Borden x gn!reader where the readers been teasing him abt being scared while they’re filming a haunted video and then they comfort him when he gets genuinely scared?? TYY
Hi sweetheart! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy the fic <3
Lots of love, Vy 💌
Safety Blanket
Pairing: Seth Borden x Reader (Gender Neutral)
Warnings: Swearing, Ghostly activity, Paranormal Investigations
Genre: Fluff, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: see request above
"What's up guys, it's Sam and Colby!" I mentally check out for a few seconds as Sam and Colby start filming the intro to their video as Seth and I idle around in the background. "Today, we'll be investigating one of the most brutal prisons in US history." Colby explains to the camera, turning to Sam to give him his cue.
"The Darkmont Correctional Facility in Huntsville, Alabama." The blond declares before turning off the. "We'll film the history segment inside, it's too windy out here. The audio will be a bitch to edit." He tells us, tilting his head to the entrance gates of the massive and downright terrifying building that has been abandoned for decades.
A shiver runs down my spine as I look up at it. Not so much out of fear, more so excitement. I was an urban explorer long before meeting and dating Seth, let alone Sam and Colby. I have a decent pile of trespassing charges under my belt but my adventures never included dabbling into the paranormal. It brings a whole new level of adrenaline to the table and it always makes for a remarkable experience, especially with these guys.
Seth, on the other hand, approaches the paranormal with much more skepticism and a ton more fear which I believe contradict one another - how can you be afraid of something you don't believe in? But alas, I don't fight him on it, I know it's pointless.
Messing with him, however, works like a charm.
I take my opportunity to do just that when I see him very visibly gulp as he takes in the exterior of the prison as we enter the courtyard past the giant metal gates the tour-guide left open for us.
"Someone's looking paler than usual." I poke his side with my finger, hitting a particularly ticklish spot that causes him to jump.
He grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together, "Not at all, I've seen worse." He shrugs, feigning nonchalance with a simple shrug even though I can clearly see the goosebumps on his skin.
"Whatever you say, babe." I mock him with a pout, dragging him along with me, forcing some speed in his steps to catch up with the guys.
The interior is infinitely worse than the exterior. It's stonewall, concrete and metal wherever the eye can see - which isn't much considering how dark it is. No lights are on, the only visibility being provided by the daylight seeping in through the barred up windows. It's a pretty cloudy day so there's not much of said daylight to go around either.
In short, it's the perfect atmosphere.
That's only confirmed further when I feel Seth's hand tightening its hold on mine, seeking the comfort he's too prideful to actually ask for.
"Welcome, yall." A deep voice with a southern drawl catches our attention out of the blue, startling us. Well, some more than others considering I didn't fail to pick on Seth's little jump out of the corner of my eye. I can't help but laugh, causing him to blush.
The voice belongs to our tour-guide Alan. He greets us each individually before starting the tour, telling us the stories stemming from this place. Sam, Colby and I take turns holding the main camera, capturing different angles as we walk through the eerie halls and cells. Seth tried helping out as well but his hands are too unsteady to get any usable footage so he's just taken to carrying the bag with the equipment and holding my hand as if I'm the scared one.
As the tour comes to an end, Alan turns off the lights he had turned on at the beginning, wishes us luck and sets off on his way, saying he hopes to see us all alive and well in the morning. It's the cherry on top of the terror cake he'd made with the history of the place as well as visitor horror stories. He gave us further proof of the paranormal activity in the place with pictures and recordings that Seth discreetly avoided looking at for too long.
The early hours of the night are upon us at this point and we've switched over to flashlights and the camera light to guide ourselves around the premises. Sam and Colby excuse themselves to the so called 'taming dungeon' to film the history segment for the video.
I walk around, looking at the marks on the stone walls while Seth remains rigid and jumpy in the middle of the large space that used to be a lobby. When I stray down the hall, following a trail of what I hope is paint on the wall, he jogs to catch up, prompting a laugh from me.
"Don't worry, babe. I ain't going anywhere. You're alright. The ghosts aren't coming to get you....yet." I add the last part with a low whisper and a tickle to the back of his neck. I've come to realize that defocusing his attention from the fear factor and instead move it to our banter is the best course of action. He'll never admit he's scared, so the best I can do is try and actually make him forget he's scared.
"Shut up..." He laughs, tickling my side as a counter-attack. "You're the worst."
I grin up at him, "Oh you love it."
Something tells me it's gonna be a pretty long night.
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"Is it just me or is it freezing in here?" Seth speaks up as we migrate from one floor onto the next after a brief investigation with the flashlights and other equipment. The spirits are talkative but dodged properly answering any of the questions we asked. They actually appeared to be talking amongst themselves more than us but it was still informative.
"I think it's cause you're a little bitch." Colby, who's also been put on edge by the activity we've gotten so far, replies. He masks his own fear by messing with the rest of us and I respect that. I'm doing the same.
"Oh fuck you!" Seth laughs, lightly punching his arm, "Y/N back me up here!"
Sam and I have already begun setting up the flashlights and REM pod so I'm partially distracted when I turn my head to look at the two. I glance between them, Colby giving me a fast nod. "Yeah, whatever Colby said." I shrug, evoking two completely different reactions from them.
As soon as we start, we are basically told to leave. We try to get a few questions in to try and ease up the tension but the spirit's opinion doesn't change - he wants us gone. And I can't blame him, if I died in this horrible place the last thing I'd want is to talk about it.
With that last group investigation we reach the audience favorite - and Seth's most dreaded - part: the solo investigations.
A game of rock-paper-scissors decides the areas we'd be covering: Colby takes the attic, Seth is on the second floor, I get the ground floor and Sam takes the basement somewhat voluntarily - something I greatly admire. We each take a piece of equipment with us and we split up.
"Hey..." I take Seth's hand before he follows Colby up the stairs, "I'm just a flight of stairs away. If you get freaked out, just call out to me, I'll meet you at these stairs, ok?"
He gives my hand a reassuring squeeze, and truthfully - I needed that. "I'll be ok, I hope. But the same goes for you. Anything happens, I'll be right down."
With a parting kiss, we each begin our investigations.
I, for some reason, chose the music box to be my piece of equipment. I've placed it at the beginning of the main hallway and take a seat in a fold up chair, turning on night vision on my camera.
"Here goes nothing. I'll be fine, I'm far more worried about Seth, he hasn't been handling the night very well..." just as I say that I hear a voice and my heart nearly drops in my ass. Turns out I haven't been handling it all too well either, considering Sam's faint voice was enough to send me into cardiac arrest.
I take a deep breath, willing myself to actually say something to the potential presence keeping me company at the moment. Just then, the music box whirrs to life, playing its creepy tune for a good couple of seconds, as if encouraging me. "Hi, are you here in the hall with me?"
The answer is almost immediate as the music box comes to life once more.
"Were you a prisoner here?" I ask once the tune has stopped playing. I get no answer so I try again, "A guard?"
There it is, I think as the music creepily bounces off the walls in the quiet space. Sam has walked to a different part of the basement because I can no longer hear him. It makes the situation much more eerie, makes me feel much more alone.
I throw out a few more questions with no outcome that can be considered content worthy so I begrudgingly decide to relocate to somewhere else on the floor. Just as I grab he music box to turn it off, I hear a huge crash from upstairs and a string of curses that quickly get louder, accompanied with footsteps approaching the staircase behind me.
I quickly flick on the camera light, illuminating Seth who gallops down the stairs with inhuman speed. I barely manage to catch him, placing my hands on his arms in order to slow him into a halt and stabilize him. He's shaking like a leaf, his eyes are wide and his face has reached a sickly shade of pale.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what happened?" I ask as I pull him into a hug, "Hey, you're ok, you're ok. Everything's ok."
I see Sam peep his head up from the staircase, coming up from the basement, alerted by the noise. "What's wrong?" He asks as he jogs over to us. Colby is nowhere to be found, clearly oblivious to what happened.
"I...oh fuck...." Seth mutters, his breathing still heavy, "I mean, I got what I asked for. I wanted a clear sign and a door slammed shut. It freaked me the fuck out." He explains, still extremely shaken up but a bit calmer as he clings to me.
"Ok, ok, well that's great." I see the conflict on Sam's face, balancing between excitement over the footage Seth captured and worry for his friend. "Are you alright? Take a breather, stay here. I'll go grab Colby and we'll do the Estes method when you're ready." He says calmingly, his gaze fixating on me for rational and coherent responses but all I can do is nod, my full focus is taken up by Seth.
"Yeah, yeah I'm good. Holy shit, that was insane, though." He manages to say, tapping Sam on the shoulder, "Go get Colby."
I lead my boyfriend over to the chair I was previously occupying and sit him down, crouching in front of him, "You captured something incredible back there, babe. You're incredible!" My hands rest on his knees as I too still am wrapping my brain around what happened just now. "Whoever was there with you can't hurt you. You're stronger than them and you have authority. Hey, they might like you, even! I barely got anything down here. The spirits must really like you to shut a whole ass door for you." I'm rambling, I'm aware, but it seems to be working since Seth is smiling now, some color having returned to his cheeks.
He lets out a chuckle as he runs a hand through his hair, "Well, I am the distant relative of a murderer. That's gotta count for something." He says, making me laugh.
"That's what I'm talking about." I smile up at him, my thumb drawing abstract patterns on his knee, relieved to see he's feeling better already.
"Thank you." He adds after a stretch of silence, "You're like my safety blanket." His hand cups my cheek, automatically prompting me to lean into his touch immediately.
"Happily, babe." I slowly rise up so I can lean in and meet him halfway.
Just as our lips are within a millimeter, we hear pure disbelief echo off the walls as two pairs of footsteps rush down the stairs. "A fucking door slammed shut?!!" Colby shouts breathlessly, causing us both to burst out laughing.
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Hiii could i request a nate hardy x reader for the video in the Yorktown Memorial hospital?? People have had like earrings ripped out and i was thinking maybe on the solo investigations the reader gets their earring ripped out and scream and nate freaks out?? srry if it’s too much details 😭😭
Hi sweetie! Thank you so much for your request, hope you enjoy how I've executed it ❤
Hostile Presence
Pairing: Nate Hardy x Reader (Gender Neutral)
Warnings: Paranormal Investigations, Aggressive spirit activity, Minor blood warning, Swearing
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, PRF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: see request above
The light from the camera covers less than seven feet ahead, just enough to light the group so you are visible on video and nothing more. Everything around you is washed out in complete darkness. Your eyes are playing tricks on you each time you try looking past the circle of light and try to pinpoint where the random noises you're hearing are coming from.
Shadows are merging and forming rather terrifying shapes, footstep-like sounds are echoing off the walls and the five of you have to maintain some sense of calmness. Still, none of you can remain completely still when a particularly loud crash comes from behind you, causing all hands to lift off of the planchet as all five heads turn to seek out the source of the terrifying sound. What you all fail to see is the few millimeters the planchet moves without any sort of physical contact from any of you.
"Whaaat was that....?" Sam rarely lets the fear he feels bleed into his voice but it's clear he is pretty shaken up.
And so are you, past the point of being able to express it into words. You'd be completely freaked out had your boyfriend Nate not been there. His unoccupied hand has been comfortingly resting on the small of your back, letting you know that despite how charged things get, you're safe and have him by your side.
Suddenly, you hear what you can only describe as a heavy sigh directly in your left ear. Startled, you whirl around to look at Seth, hoping to God it was him you heard but your hopes are quickly nipped in the bud when you see he's taken a few steps into the darkness, shining his phone flashlight around the vicinity to see if there may be a bat flying around, making all these sounds.
Before you can raise your concerns regarding the strange noise seemingly only you heard, you feel a sharp sting in your ear, causing you to hiss through your teeth.
"Oh shit!" Just as you reach up to touch the aching spot you all collectively hear a clink of something small hitting the floor. Looking down to find the dropped item is futile considering you see nothing but darkness.
However, a quick touch to your earlobe and a flash from Seth's phone confirm that your earring has somehow unclipped itself and fallen from your ear.
"No fucking way!" Nate is the first to voice his confusion and shock as he bends down to retrieve the small earring and examine it between his fingers. "It's not even unclipped! What the fuck?!"
Pulling your hand back, you find a small droplet of blood on the tip of your finger, "Oh my fucking God...." You can't even find it in you to panic out loudly the way it sounds in your head. Instead, you're barely stringing words together, muttering them semi-cohesively.
Luckily, Nate is quick to pick up on what's put such a tremor in your voice. And hands, and entire body at this point. "Fuck....ok....Hey, hey, hey, let me see." He can see the pure panic that's hollowing out your gaze into a thousand yard stare. He's doing his best to keep you grounded and stable while he too is shaking. He moves your hair to the side to have a look at your ear, wiping the little blood that's left. "What just happened...?"
"Didn't he say people would have earrings ripped out on tours and stuff?" Colby asks, referring to their tour guide who is still hanging around outside the premises in case of emergencies, "This place is known for physically hostile activity." You try and focus on the rationality of his words and calmness of his tone but your heart is thumping too loud in your ears to be able to hear anything else.
It only slows down once you feel Nate's arms wrap around you, your cheek resting on his chest. You hear his own heartbeat racing, pounding against his ribcage but it is a calming sound you can focus on rather than your heavy breathing. Focusing on any of your overdrive-set bodily functions would be a recipe for disaster.
Instead, you find comfort in Nate's warm and safe embrace. You can barely make out the reassuring words he's whispering in your hair but just hearing his voice and knowing that he's got you no matter what, it's enough to slowly settle your heart into a somewhat normal rhythm.
"It's ok. You're ok, baby. I'm here." It may take a minute, but you will, indeed be ok eventually. Your three best friends and your boyfriend are here for you and although they can't physically do much to protect you, the emotional comfort is more than enough for you.
"I know, I know..." You mutter, your voice muffled by his shirt but he still manages to hear you, acknowledging your statement with a kiss to the crown of your head.
In a couple of days it'll be nothing but a cool story to look back on and tell people. In a week you'll once again visit another haunted place with Nate, Seth, Sam and Colby. In a year you'll have forgotten it. Or maybe not.
Then again, how many people can say they've had an earring ripped out by an angry spirit?
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Balcony - Seth Borden x Reader
SUMMARY - Seth, your best friend and crush, learns about the state of your mental health when an investigation starts affecting you. His response isn't quite what you expected
WARNINGS - Ghost stuff, mentions of self-harm and suicide (reader is NOT okay), angst (fluffy ending)
WORDS - 6.6k
NOTES - first fic I’ve written in a while and it ended up very dialogue heavy. I also didn't expect it to be this long but here we are
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Sometimes you weren’t sure why you trusted these boys so much. Sam had requested two things of you for this investigation: one, that you didn’t do any research beforehand so you’d learn the lore from the guide, and two, that you all arrive in the same car so you can have the drive up experience with everyone else. You had gotten into the habit of arriving to locations early to scope the place out before anyone else and doing research before investigations, and the boys started to get pouty about not sharing the experiences, so you complied. It had also been a while since you’d been on an investigation with Seth, so you were excited to see him again.
You had met Seth after the Sallie House investigation. The boys had immediately FaceTimed you after both the Sallie House and Villisca investigations (and every investigation thereafter that you weren’t involved in) to tell you what they had experienced, and he caught your attention quite quickly. The excitement in his voice and energy about his experiences drew you in somehow more than the other three did, despite Nate practically jumping around the room when he was talking about the 8-ball. You’d been friends with him ever since and loved teaming up with him whenever possible. You had even been on his channel a few times.
To say you two were close was something of an understatement. He had started calling you after his own investigations, and even showed up to your house all hyped about some evidence he caught on numerous occasions. The two of you had grown comfortable with one another very quickly. You had shared beds when locations didn’t have enough for everyone, you constantly teased one another, and you were more than a little physically affectionate with each other. Josh often teased you for being so affectionate, but you were comfortable.
The first time the teasing bothered you happened only a few months ago. Josh, along with Sam and Colby, had been making jokes about you and Seth being practically married. You were about to respond with a bad joke about finishing paperwork, but Seth replied first. The laugh that broke up his words when he said he could never be with someone like you hurt. The fact that he found the whole concept funny enough to laugh at shattered any shred of self-confidence you had left in you. He thought you were gross. You swallowed the pain and laughed along with him, but every interaction with him from then on made you feel guilty for bothering him so much.
Eventually, it got easier to act normal again, but the thought that maybe he was serious about what he said still lingered.
The majority of the hour-long drive to the location consisted of Sam and Colby quietly discussing their plans in the front seat, and you and Seth fighting over a bag of gummy worms in the back. Colby finally intervened when you managed to slap Seth in the shoulder with one.
“Let’s film the intro before these two start a war in the back seat. Everyone ready?” Colby cut in, taking what felt like the 10th right turn the whole drive. Everyone settled, and Sam hit record.
“What’s up guys, its Sam and Colby, and today we are bringing Seth and Y/N to the famous Haunted Miller House in Fredericktown, Missouri. We are currently… fifteen minutes away from the house. How’s everyone feeling?”
“I’m excited bro. I’ve been wanting to come here for like, almost two years,” Seth admitted as he leaned forward in his seat. You leaned in as well to be heard better by the camera.
“I’ve said this before, but the fact that it’s a house freaks me out just a bit. It screws with my sense of security when we do haunted houses, like, homes are where you’re supposed to feel safe and there’s fucking spirits here. No thank you.”
“I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry,” Seth replied. You raised your eyebrow at him.
“Oh what, Ghost Bait’s gonna protect me? No thanks, I’ll just smoke the sage.”
“Ouch, damn, alright. Fuck me, I guess.”
“Damn, roasting him back here. Colby how do you feel about this place?” Sam turned the camera forward to the driver's seat, missing Seth’s pout and your finger heart to apologize for the joke. It was all in good fun and both of you knew that. It was funny to play it up for the camera.
Two minutes away from the house, Sam pulled out the camera again. It felt like you were almost out in the middle of nowhere, even though town was less than half an hour down the road. The property sat on 15 acres of land, which was mostly forest save for the few acres that were cleared out for the house and yard. What was once farmland on the south side of the property had overgrown and been reclaimed by nature, though it was still obviously used for farming at some point. As soon as the house was in sight, everyone let out their excitement for the camera.
The house was beautiful, even in its decaying state. Nobody had dared to actually live there since the 1890s, and it sat abandoned until the 1970s, when it was taken over for paranormal research. Many investigators had come through the place, and unfortunately in the early days of it being open to the public, many frauds had come through. It had been closed again in 1994, and only reopened by approved booking only since 2014.
The house was three stories, in an almost Victorian style, with a white exterior and a deep green trim. Large windows covered a rounded section on the northeast corner of the house. Even with the peeling paint, it still held a certain elegance. Your jaw dropped at the sight.
“There’s a fucking wrap around porch are you shitting me?!” you exclaimed, admiring the architecture as Colby drove slowly closer.
“This place is sick, dude. The architecture is amazing,” Seth commented.
“Haunted or not, I’d kill to live in a house like this. Let’s just move in and pretend there’s no ghosts,” you joked. Something clicked in Sam and Colby’s minds the longer they looked at it.
“Doesn’t it feel a bit like the Winchester Mystery house? Just a bit?”
“I was just thinking that, yea. A little bit, like just the style sorta…”
As Sam and Colby continued talking to the camera, your eyes drifted up to a balcony on the third story, just barely visible from the front of the house. The railing matched the deep green trim of the house, and three large windows lined the wall behind it. You couldn’t figure out why it intrigued you so much. It was just a balcony, though you were sure the view over the north side of the property was amazing You hadn’t even noticed that the car had stopped until Colby opened the door to the back seat.
“You comin’? We can take a minute here if you’re too nervous.”
“No I’m good, just spacing out a bit. I may need to crack open a RedBull already.”
“Don’t drink it all just yet. We’ve got a long night ahead of us. Come on, help me grab the equipment and we’ll head inside.”
Sam broke the news that the guide was running late, but they had told him where they kept a hidden key, so the four of you let yourselves in and decided where to set up home base for the night. Sunset wasn’t for another hour, so none of the rooms on the first floor felt very spooky just yet. You decided the living room felt the best, and everyone got to work checking batteries and equipment.
“I’m gonna go wander around for a bit, see if I can find the bathrooms in this place,” you announced, having finished helping Sam sort out batteries and making sure your own camera was fully charged.
“Dpn’t fall in,” Seth joked as he messed with the settings on his camera. You flipped him off and wandered towards the staircase, shaking your head as the boys laughed behind you.
“Hey Y/N!” Sam called out.
“Yeah?”
“Guide should be here in about 20 minutes, make sure to get back down here by then!”
“I will!”
The house seemed fairly well preserved, though you assumed it had been at least a bit fixed up since the 90s. The winding staircase going up the entirety of the home seemed a bit too sturdy for its age. There was a large room on the second floor that looked to be a study or small library, with dust covered books lining the walls. There were two decent sized bedrooms on that floor as well, and two bathrooms, which you took a dutiful mental note of.
The third floor was fairly similar, but with three bedrooms, and instead of a study there was a room that you presumed was a sort of living room area. There were gorgeous antique couches and rugs, mostly free of dust. Curtains, strangely, only lined two large windows on the east side of the room The windows on the north side were very bare, as was the door next to it. The door leading outside to the balcony. You walked towards the door, using a fair amount of force to nudge it open. It swung outwards, and the light breeze cooled your face as you stepped out.
The view was beautiful, just as you had anticipated. You could smell the fresh air as it blew by you, feel the chill on your cheeks. You could almost imagine yourself laying in the large grass yard at night, listening to crickets and staring up at the stars. You told yourself you had to come back here once the sun went down, even for a five second glance at the cosmos. There was bound to be almost no light pollution, and you’d definitely need some pictures.
The wood of the railing felt rough against your fingers, almost bumpy as you pulled yourself closer to it. You hadn’t quite realized how high up you were until you looked down. You stretched up to your toes to get a better feel for the height and then…something changed. Something felt different the moment you looked as far down as you could manage. Your hands gripped the railing, but somehow you felt oddly at peace. You couldn’t move your gaze from its downward position, but you didn’t want to anyways. You let your eyes unfocus, and you took a deep breath. Something about this view felt so… final. Your ears were ringing.
Normally you steered clear of heights, too afraid of your own thoughts and impulses to allow yourself near them. In this moment, it wasn’t the same. You welcomed it, whether by choice or not, you welcomed the feelings that were coming to the surface. You focused on the view. The changing view. It was changing…
A hand on your shoulder snapped you from your stupor, your head whipping in the direction of the sensation. Seth looked at you, wide eyed and confused. Your ears stopped ringing.
“Are you good? I’ve been calling your name for a solid minute here. Did you see something?” You blinked, risking a glance back out over the trees.
“Uh, no, no. It’s just really pretty out here. Admittedly I did space out a bit, but I’ve just been looking,” you said, still unsure of what just happened.
“I thought you were afraid of heights, why the hell were you looking down like that?”
“I don’t know, just… just looking around, honestly.”
“Well the guide got here ten minutes ago, I’ve been looking for you. Let’s head downstairs and get you an energy drink on the way.”
“Yea… you know what, I’ll meet you down there. I just want to get some pictures really quickly.”
“You left your camera downstairs. Are you positive you’re okay? You seem a bit out of it.”
“I’m fine Seth. I just want another minute.”
“Okay no, we’re going. You’re acting weird and I don’t want this to be some ‘call of the void’ shit. Let’s go.” His hand once again made its way to your arm, but you resisted his pull. You didn’t mean to, you fully intended to listen and go with him, but your body decided otherwise. “Y/N, you’re starting to freak me out.” Another arm planted itself around your waist, and you were brought inside. The moment you passed through the doorway, the pull you were feeling was gone. “You wanna tell me what the fuck that was about?”
“I don’t- I think I’m just nervous to be in here. You know how I am about houses.”
“We’re safe, we’re gonna sage as soon as the guide leaves. If anything goes sideways, we’ll leave, alright? Let’s get downstairs. They’re waiting for us.”
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Marsha had a very captivating way of telling stories. You had heard plenty of guides tell their stories about their paranormal experiences and the lore of the locations, but she had done a good job of keeping your interest and making the stories seem just as scary as they actually were.
“Wait, so Edwin, the father, cheated of Gwendolyn with six different women, and then when she found out, she shot him in the cellar, went upstairs, locked all four kids in one of the bedrooms, set them on fire, and then killed herself?” Colby attempted to recap the story that she had just told. He was in a chair next to her, Sam holding the camera standing across from Colby. You and Seth were spread on on a couch across from her, listening intently. Your legs were halfway across the couch, knees bent slightly so as not to jab Seth in the leg with your boot. He leaned forward as Colby spoke, elbows meeting his knees and hands coming up to cover his mouth in shock.
“Yea, you’ve got it just about right there,” Marsha replied nodding. Sam chimed in with his own question from behind the camera.
“So, what would you say are the most active areas of the house?”
“Most people that come through here say that the cellar, the dining room, the room where the kids died, and the balcony up on the top floor are the most active. You get a lot of stuff happening there. Some people hear stuff, some even smell stuff, and your equipment should be pretty responsive in those areas as well.”
“What’s significant about the dining room and the balcony?” Seth asked.
“Well people have claimed to hear a number of things in the dining room, whether its parties or Edwin and Gwendolyn arguing and throwing things at each other. We’ve even come in to see some of the dinnerware smashed when nobody had been inside for three days. The balcony is where Gwendolyn jumped off and killed herself. Y’all should be careful up there.”
“Hold on, she jumped? I read that she shot herself or drank poison or something. I didn’t see anything about her jumping to her death.”
“People used to think it was something else because of a fake medium that came through here in the 70s or 80s, but we’ve learned the truth since. By the way, if any of you struggle with depression, if you self-harm or think about suicide at all, I'd advise you don’t set foot on that balcony. It affects people that have that kind of thing bad enough.”
“How does it affect people?” You finally speak up, trying your best to keep your voice and expression one of genuine curiosity. You didn’t want the dread to show. You hoped she would say anything but what she was about to say.
“Well nobody’s thrown themselves off or anything, but it definitely picks up on those feelings and seems to amplify them. We’ve had a few guests and mediums tell us that they felt what Gwendolyn probably felt before she jumped. They said they felt rooted to the spot staring off that balcony, like they couldn’t move. They didn’t say they were scared when it happened, but they felt like they needed to be there, and they thought about jumping even though they couldn’t move. It’s only ever been people that hurt themselves or are already thinking about suicide, as far as we’re aware. So now we warn everyone about that. No depressed people on the balcony, we don’t need any more ghosts,” she explained, adding a small laugh to her final sentence.
You looked at the camera, feigning a surprised face. You could feel Seth’s eyes on you, but you couldn’t look at him. Your cheeks felt hotter than they had a moment before. He had connected dots that you had hoped he would never connect, and now you couldn’t look at your best friend. You all thanked her, and you tried to be casual about your goodbyes. The front door clicked shut behind her. Sam and Colby went to gather equipment for the first investigation, leaving you and Seth alone in the living room.
“Tell me what happened on the balcony wasn’t what she was just talking about.” There was a faint shake in his voice, as if he was scared of what you might say. He stood behind the couch now, a few feet from where you were still seated, eyes boring a hole into the back of your neck. You tried to think of a quick lie.
“It wasn’t. I genuinely went up there to get pictures,”. You claimed. You shifted sideways on the couch. You were still too nervous to look at him directly, but you wanted to acknowledge him.
“Without your camera? With the heights? Y/N, you’ve always asked me to get the pictures that are anywhere near any sort of drop, even with guardrails and shit. You understand why I don’t believe you, right?”
“I am begging you to believe me, Seth. When have I ever shown signs of being depressed? I’m fine!”
You weren’t fine, and up until this moment Seth believed you every time those words left your mouth. You had developed quite the skill for hiding your issues, even from the people closest to you. Your mental health had been getting worse and worse, finally devolving into its current tragic state only a few months ago. You were so scared at first that they would spot the wounds on your wrists and hips immediately, but you had no such fear anymore. You had been hiding too well to worry up until now.
You never wanted him to know, never wanted any of them to know. You didn’t want to bother them with this when they had their own lives to live and personal stuff to deal with. You didn’t want to hear the anger in their voices if they ever found out, didn’t want them to think you were weak or pathetic, but you couldn’t hide it anymore. Not from him.
“Please just tell me the truth. You don’t have to tell me how bad it is, but you need to tell me if it is bad, because not only am I incredibly scared that you haven’t told anyone about this, but this is also about your safety right now. If you’re- fuck, Y/N/N, if you're hurting yourself or thinking about killing yourself, we can’t go anywhere near the third floor. I might just take you home because I don’t want to risk this. Please just tell me nothing's wrong because I don’t want to believe what I’m hearing.” His voice was clearly cracking now, and you felt a pain in your chest every time you heard it.
As you finally turned to look at him, your hear shattered. Seth didn’t cry often, but the tear tracks lining both his cheeks were so obvious. More tears spilled from his eyes as you looked at him, the look in his eyes a silent plea for you to convince him that he doesn’t have to worry about you. You felt so guilty seeing him like this.
“Whoa, what’s wrong? Seth, what happened?” Sam’s voice came from behind you. You sighed and shook your head at Seth, whose eyes still hadn’t looked away from you. It was bad enough he knew; you didn’t want to drag anyone else into this. A beat of silence passed before he spoke.
“Y/N can’t go near the balcony,” Seth said simply, allowing the others to figure out what he meant.
“Actually? Like Y/N… fuck, really?”
You closed your eyes in defeat, resting your head in your hands. The couch cushion dipped next to you as a hand was gently placed on your shoulder. Your knees drew closer to your chest. You hoped that, somehow, if you curled up and closed your eyes, this would just go away.
“Look, we’re not gonna make you do anything like that, especially if it’ll affect you negatively. Even if I’m assuming wrong here, which frankly I hope I am, and it’s just the heights that are freaking you out-“
“It’s not the fucking heights, Colby. It’s not- they were on that fucking balcony earlier before the guide showed up, staring at the fucking ground. I had to physically drag them inside because they wouldn’t come in when I asked. It only fucking affects people who- God damn it. It’s already affected them and I want to get them the fuck out of this house,” Seth interjected. He was pacing now, picking at the sleeves of his flannel. You had never seen him this freaked out by anything. Colby’s hand moved from your shoulder to your back. You still didn’t want to look anyone in the eye, opting to peek through the gap between your knees to look around the room.
“I-… I don’t know how long you’ve been feeling like this, and I do think we should talk about it at some point because trust me, its really important to talk to people about this stuff, but I kinda agree with Seth that you should probably sit this one out.” You whipped your head up and jumped from the couch, moving yourself across the room from everyone.
“No, for god's sake I’m a grown adult. I can make these decisions for myself. Put me on a leash if it’ll make you feel safer but I’m not leaving. I’ve been wanting to come here for months. Can we talk about this after we investigate, please? I’m not missing out on an investigation because you guys are overprotective. I’ll be fine.”
The silence that followed your words was tense. Sam and Colby looked back and forth between everyone, but you and Seth just stared directly at each other. The gears were turning in both of your heads, deciding what to do or say from here.
“The millisecond you feel like you want to go up there you tell someone. Immediately. You can’t go anywhere alone, no solos. I’m not even gonna give you the luxury of pissing by yourself while we’re here. Stick with us at all times, hold my hand, whatever you need to do to stay away from that balcony. I will handcuff us together, I swear to God. I hate this but if you stay in my sight I’ll deal,” Seth rambled, stepping closer to you.
You knew damn well that he would absolutely physically attach himself to you if he thought it was necessary. You also knew that there was no escaping the inevitable conversation that you really didn’t want to have. The investigation gave you time to prepare, or more favorably, give them a chance to forget that you’re not okay. As much as you wanted to go back to the balcony, you knew that realistically, they wouldn’t let you, which was probably for the best. Your arms crossed themselves over your chest.
“Fine, fine. As long as I get to stay. Where’s our first stop here?”
~*~*~*~
True to his word, Seth did not leave your side the entire night. Even when he went under for an Estes session, he kept a hand on your knee, and kept a tight grip on your ankle when you went under later in the night. The higher in the house you got, the more you could feel the pull. Your name had come up a few times during the night, usually followed by ‘follow’ or ‘up’, which didn’t sit well with any of the boys. If the cameras weren’t such a constant presence, he would’ve had a firm grip on your waist, but instead he opted for the bottom of your shirt and your belt loops so the cameras wouldn’t pick up so much of the constant touch. You wanted to be annoyed, but you couldn’t exactly complain about having him so close for hours at a time.
The only place left was the balcony. The boys seem in consensus that Sam and Colby would investigate out there, and you and Seth would take one last crack at the dining room. You, however, had another idea.
“Can you give me the courtesy of hearing me out on an idea real quick? I know none of you like it, but I think we all know the best evidence we could get on that balcony is if I’m out there. It would- don’t look at me like that, I’m right. I’m not gonna jump or anything. Look, I was feeling something when I was out there earlier, I was seeing things, but Seth pulled me back before I could figure out what it was. I know my limits, just trust me,” you pleaded.
“I still don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be out there. Even if there wasn’t a risk to your safety, this could trigger you or something. I just don’t think that’s worth the risk,” Colby argued. You looked to Sam for help, but you knew he agreed with Colby. “Besides, if people know the lore and then see you being affected by this, they’re gonna do the math. I mean, is that really something you want fans to know?”
“Fuck the fans and frankly, fuck the cameras. You know I rarely feel stuff like this during investigations. This is real, man. I was drawn to it before I even knew what happened out there. I wasn’t even trying to learn anything, I had zero intentions besides exploring the house, and it was that strong? We can't just ignore that. This will be good evidence and you know it, even if it’s just for ourselves.”
“I fucking hate this,” Seth mumbled, pulling you closer to him. “I’ll let you out there on two conditions. One, that I hold onto you the entire goddamn time we’re out there, and two, we have this conversation right after we finish, out in the yard. As much as I want to do it the second the cameras are off, I don’t want anything in this house feeding off of that energy.”
“You’ve been holding me this entire time, I wouldn’t expect any less right now. Yard would be smart… I just don’t want to talk about it at all. I’d rather pretend everything’s normal but you’re not gonna let that slide.”
“Well it isn’t normal, and we’re gonna address it. Now, do you want me to hold your hand or what? What’s the plan out there?”
“Estes? I can go under and hold the railing. I feel like that would be at least a decent trigger, give us some good results. If nothing else, I can just stand there for a bit and tell you what happens. It honestly felt like scrying just without the mirrors,” you suggested.
“This is insane, I can’t believe you want to do this,” Sam said. He handed you the blindfold.
“You spent the night in the conjuring basement Sam, you can’t say shit.”
“Fair.”
~*~*~*~
“Okay guys, we are about to do something… unusual for our last investigation tonight. This balcony is said to have a weird energy about it, and Y/N thinks they can tap into it. Now, even though our guide said there was no real safety issue up here, we’re still gonna be as careful as possible, so Seth is gonna hold onto Y/N while they go under for one final Estes session,” Sam explained to the camera. He pointed it towards you, already pressed up to the railing with Seth’s arms firmly around you. You slipped the blindfold and headphones over your ears, and focused on the static. The boys started with their questions.
“Gwendolyn, are you here with us?”
“Me. Hello.”
“Hi Gwendolyn. We just want to ask you a few questions. We mean you no harm, we just want to communicate and tell people your story. Can you tell us how you died?”
“Husband.”
“Husband… there is that theory that Edwin actually killed her and that he was the one that set the fires, and then killed himself in the cellar out of grief. Do you think-“
“No. No.”
“No, so you did kill yourself?”
“That’s correct.”
“Gwendolyn, why do you draw people to this spot? Do you want them to know how you felt when you died?”
“Feeling. It hurts. Can’t understand.”
“We’re so sorry that you had to go through that. You didn’t deserve for your husband to treat you like that.”
“Why did you kill your children, Gwendolyn?”
“Don’t talk about-… fuck you.”
“Damn, she does not want to talk about that.”
“Leave me alone. I’m going.”
“Where are you going?”
“Down. Down.”
“We want to ask you a few more questions, is that okay?”
“Deserve this. Nobody loves-… not worth anything.”
“That’s not true. You didn’t deserve wha happened to you. We’re so sorry you didn’t have a happier life.”
“Taking them with me.”
“Taking your kids with you?”
“Let go. Off. Borden. Go away.”
“Oh fuck no, We’re ending this.”
“Y/N. With me. Jump.”
Seth yanked you back from the railing as Colby pulled the headphones and spirit box away from you. You were drained all of the sudden, feeling a bit shaky and dizzy. Normally you needed to be under much longer for it to get to you, but this session really took it out of you, physically and emotionally. You didn’t even know what you had been talking about but you didn’t feel fantastic. He pulled the blindfold off your face when you didn’t move to take it off.
“That was fucked up. We’re never doing anything like that again.”
“What was the conversation? Did it make sense?”
“We’ll talk about it downstairs. I don’t want us to be up here anymore, but it made perfect sense. That was terrifying.”
~*~*~*~
The grass was soft, having benefitted from the recent week of rainfall. The stars littered the sky above you, giving you something to focus on other than the heavy silence between you and Seth. Sam and Colby were packing up the last of the equipment in the house, giving the two of you space to talk.
“It was like… the feelings weren’t mine. I fully felt them but it wasn’t coming from me? It’s hard to explain. It was intense.”
“We need to talk about your feelings. You keep dodging the issue and talking about Estes. You agreed we would talk.” You crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to tamp down the nerves buzzing behind your rib cage.
“I know, I know. Fuck, I never wanted anyone to know. I don’t even know how to talk about it. I don’t want to make this your problem.”
“You’re not making it my problem, it isn’t a problem in the first place. It is, however, my business when the people I love are hurting and I have the ability to do something about it. Just… don’t worry about phrasing it correctly, just say whatever comes to mind and we’ll make sense of it together. How long have you felt like this? How bad is it?”
“Since I was twelve, in one form or another. It got worse as I got older, and this is the worst its ever been. I uh… I do cut and I think about suicide a lot. It’s passive though, I don’t have a plan or anything. I just… I’ve tried so many things. Therapy has never helped, my medication does fuck all, all my coping mechanisms stop being effective eventually. It just feels so helpless, like I’m never gonna get better, so why would I put my energy into trying? Every therapist I’ve had has told me that it’s basically managing my symptoms and keeping afloat at this point anyways and I don’t want to fucking- I don’t want to spend the rest of my life keeping afloat. It’s fucking miserable.”
“Have you ever talked to anyone besides a therapist?”
“No, I hate bothering people with this shit. I feel like I’m needy enough without it.”
“You’re not needy, and this doesn’t classify as bothering anyone. It’s using your support system. We’re your friends. We love you. We’re here for you, so let us be here for you.”
“You shouldn’t have to fucking babysit someone that you think is pathetic! You deserve better than putting up with my bullshit! Fuck, I should’ve never come here! This conversation is over until you can get it through your thick fucking skull-“
“Whoa, hey! Y/N, stop!” Seth grabbed your shoulders, stopping your attempt to walk away from him. “What the fuck are you talking about? I never said you were pathetic, and you aren’t. Is this just the depression talking or has someone actually made you feel like you’re pathetic for feeling like this because I swear to fucking god-“
“Do you actually love me? Do you enjoy being friends with me or are you just tolerating me because I work with Sam and Colby? Please just fucking be honest with me. I’d rather have my feelings hurt now than have you put up with me out of obligation. I know I’m not worth the attention or energy most of the time. I know I’m annoying and add nothing to investigations. I add nothing to anyone’s lives and I’m just sort of here, but I just need someone to fucking say it to my face because I’ll happily leave if it’ll make your lives easier.”
You were almost shaking now, hot tears spilling down both of your faces. The heartbroken look on his face sent a pain shooting through your chest. You had made him feel like this and you hated yourself all the more for it.
“I have never, ever felt that way about you. You have no idea the amount of times I turn to say something to you during investigations and get sad when you’re not there. You’re the first person I run to when I have something cool to say. I choose to use my attention and energy on you because I do love you. I wouldn’t crave your presence all the damn time if I didn’t love the fuck out of you. You are not pathetic. You are my favorite person on this god damn planet and I’d give my left leg if it meant you would stop hurting yourself.”
“…Seth?”
“Yeah?”
“You… can you promise me that nothing I do bothers you? I just feel like sometimes I ask for too much attention or I’m too touchy or something. The fans are gonna be all weird and shippy after this video comes out and if you’d rather they didn’t see that sort of thing it doesn’t have to go in the video. We can even stop all touches altogether if you’re uncomfortable with them thinking-“
“I’d rather get possessed than not be able to show you affection anymore. I don’t care what the fans think. They can mind their own damn business. We’ve always been touchy.”
“So… the fact that they’re gonna think we’re dating doesn’t bother you?” His hand drifted up from your shoulder to your cheek, somehow colder than the air around you. You leaned into the touch gratefully.
“Not the worst idea they could have. Actually I kinda don’t mind the thought of it. Our friends are always teasing us for being a married couple. I don’t see how us dating would be much different than things are now. We’re almost there, we just haven’t managed to kiss yet,” he laughed. You we’re hoping, with every fiber of your being, that his laugh was more nervous than joking. You gently placed your hands on his chest and pulled lightly at the edges of his flannel.
“We haven’t kissed because you’d probably regret it,” you mumbled. The buttons on his shirt suddenly became very interesting to you.
“Why the fuck would I regret it?”
“I’m not exactly worth bragging about. Besides, now that you know that I’m all kinds of fu-“
His lips were warm on yours. The taste of tears lingered in the corners of your mouths. Your grip on his shirt tightened in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. You almost wanted to push him away for his own sake, but the hand that gripped your waist and pulled you flush against him erased that thought entirely. As soft and cautious as it started, the years of both of you wanting exactly this came rushing forth and pushed you both into desperation for one another. The kiss got deeper, fingers pressed harder and wandered further, any care for breathing went out the window. You were the first to pull away, dizzy and overwhelmed.
“There’s no shot in hell I’ll ever regret that,” Seth breathed, smile creeping across his lips as he looked at your breathless state. The butterflies in your stomach hit full force when his thumb brushed across your kiss bruised lips.
“You just… would it be weird to admit I’ve wanted to do that for a while?” You laughed. He laughed with you, taking your hand in his.
“So have I. You’re extra stuck with me now because I definitely want to do that a lot more.” He pressed his lips softly to your palm, right above your wrist. “And your issues aren’t gonna scare me away. We’re in this together whether you like it or not. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
Tears welled in your eyes once again. The small gesture made your heart flutter, even more so when he kissed your wrist again, holding it longer this time.
“It’s bad, Seth. It’s really bad and I don’t know how to fix it.”
“Then I’ll make it my first official duty as your boyfriend to at least distract you from it, maybe with more kissing.” You laughed at that, pawing the tears from your eyes. He wiped at hem as well, catching the stray ones that you missed. You pulled him closer to you, hugging him as tight as your arms would allow.
“You guys good out here?” Colby’s voice carried over from the front of the house. He and Sam were lugging bags of equipment, finally ready to leave the location. Seth turned towards them with his arms still firmly around you.
“Yea we’re chilin’. We fuckin’ kissed, bro!” He shouted. You laughed and buried your face in his chest, smacking him lightly.
“Fucking finally! Ready to head out then?”
“Totally, we’ll be right there!”
Two fingers pushed your chin up so your eyes met his. He placed a kiss on your forehead, and another quick one on your lips. You wanted it to continue but you knew you had a long drive ahead of you, so you took his hand and walked with him to the car.
“Before we head out, do you want to talk about the self-harm because I’m still worried,” Sam asked. He leaned against the driver’s side door, keys dangling from his hand. Seth spoke before you could figure out what to say.
“I think they’ll be okay. We’re gonna work on it together, right?”
“Yea… yea we are. Together.”
#Seth Borden x reader#tw suicide#suicide tw#tw self-harm#self harm tw#sam and Colby x reader#this was kinda self indulgent not even gonna lie#Seth Borden
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This close 🤏 to writing for Seth bc there’s a criminal lack of Seth Borden fics on this hellsite
#seth borden#if you want something done right you gotta do it yourself#I’ll think of something to post just as a start but I’ll leave my askbox open as well#too gay for this man to let this continue in the manner that it is#Seth Borden x reader
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