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This is an actual evp from my place. We have an sb7 spirit box and a recorder. You can clearly hear demon.
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my coworker has this shirt on and i had to find out that this is actually on their merch store . these horrible, horrible boys
#it’s an older shirt so no the evps did not put this out recently#but ive been staring at it all day like . there’s no way that’s real but it IS#my photograph!!
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A great look at how real investigation contrasts with the methods by which "ghost hunters" get together and confirm their biases. If you've ever watched these supposed paranormal investigators who show up to "haunted" locations and start playing around with gadgets, you might have been convinced of the possibility of supernatural phenomena, but Kenny Biddle has a few things to show you.
#skepticism#where's the evidence?#ghost hunting#supernatural#seance#haunted house#real ghosts#paranormal investigation#spirit box#evp#Youtube
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Reading the comments on an Unsolved Supernatural episode last night: Wait, y'all think there's real ghost evidence on this show? It's not just a joke?
#i thought it was a joke we were all in on#evps and spirit boxes and mag lights and all the rest of this pseudoscientific garbage#it's all hokum#it's horsewash#this is an entertainment program why are y'all talking about it like it's real#anyway firefox hides the comments but my phone doesn't and i was watching on that#hence why i was able to read them
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bonerattle arena fucks severely. i was not expecting it to rival my love for jammin' salmon junction, but wow. this map feels like a love letter to people who love and enjoy salmon run. (i ended up playing the rotation for around 3.5 hours... which you can watch here if you like!)
the map's circular shape on normal/high tide effectively makes the spawns from this map come from every angle. it's a test of awareness and movement skill- and the walls + inkrails really, really make rotating around the map feel so fluid and easy.
and low tide's hexagonal two-ring design is so fascinating too! instead of testing movement, it tests your team's ability to make judgment calls on luring and making sure you don't overwhelm basket from luring too much.
i also feel that every special in salmon feels really rewarding to use on this map- even reefslider! i've played enough to see that most specials bring so much utility and value, and i just love that no special feels like it's "useless" on this map.
there's also a few flyfish tech on this map that echoes the bomb tricks on jammin' salmon junction and spawning grounds (and i guess gone fission too), it feels really intuitive on what spots can pop two baskets at once (it's the grates and the rails) and i just? feel really rewarded for playing as much salmon as i do.
i feel that the map's inclusion of the ink rail mechanic evokes a lot of similar vibes to ruins of ark polaris- and i really liked that! there's definitely some things i want to fine tune and understand better about them, but they're really fun.
i still need to see how other weapons feel on this map, but it feels like both mobile and stationary weapons can exceed here- there's nice perches for long range weapons, lots of walls for quick weapons to use to escape situations... it's so swag...! a very good final map, i think!
#lizzy speaks#OOOUGH I LOVE THIS MAP SO FUCIG MUCH I NEEDED TO MUSE ABOUT IT ON TUMBLR#i streamed it on twtich cos iknew that i lked the weps and what i saw of the map.. oh its so good it made me so talkative#i won like 91% of my shifts (21/23) and idk I JUST FEEL LIKE MY practice on other maps and every weapon has paid off#the only real waves that i had trouble with was the night ones mostly in respects to quota. i think it was grillers/glowflies that made-#me have those losses so it wasnt a full sweep to evp 450#but also the map's new so i can forgive ppl for that. i definitely felt i needed to pay more attention to snatchers on night waves#there's also the question of whether or not using the ink rails as a wall clinging equivalent 4 glowflies is a good idea (eggs inthe pits)#ough. i love video games. this map feels so polished TO ME... anyone who likes salmon should give this a try#ALSO THE NEW DUALIES. GOOD STUFF. i really enjoy it's turret mode against king salmonid it helps shred soo nicely#it feels like a nice hybrid of dualie squelchers (the range) and dapples (the fire rate) like OHHHH. idc if its bad in pvp if its good in s#ok thats all :) im gonna play more tomorrow :D maybe i can get to 600.... or 999 (if i am lucky) (i am over my head)#splatoon scratches an itch in my brain for sure this game is soo fun.... YIPEE! i hope everyone has smthn that makes them happy gn!!
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This is how I can collect EVPs. Now you can copy me and achieve success.
#paranormal#supernatural#spirituality#cryptid#ufo#youtube#ghost#spirit#ghosts#cryptids#birghteon#EVP#electronic voice phenomenon#spirits#ghost hunting#real ghosts#ghost proof#spirit proof#paranormal evidence
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read the cm punk espn article
#x#giggling kicking my feet#honestly its just nice reading a real account of events thats not just meltzer quotes from 'sources'#even if it is biased in punk's favor but tbf hes the only one sharing Any Side of the story#i dont blame the evps for not wanting to engage much w it because yknow. they're EVPS?#the nature of the backstage fight is still vague but i mean whatever. who cares at this point#everyone was in the wrong there as far as im concerned
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FUCKING AVAATAR AND ELVIS FOR BEST PICTURE??? OVER NOPE??? OVER AFTERSUN???? OVER DECISION TO LEAVE??????
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@rvyalfamily
#rvyalfamily#* . ・ › 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 ˎ aesthetic .#becky and cody dyn tbt .#this gives me serotonin so bad#them ✨ coded for real#esp evp aew cody i think 🥺😍
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how do you reach eggsecutive VP without learning the concept of inking walls
#splatoon#ill be real ranking in splatoon 3 is fundamentally broken#every single gamemode from S+ to EVP feels like you have players who got the game today in them constantly
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haunted 🔮🕸️🕷️
pairing: tyler owen’s x f! girlfriend reader
summary: Tyler Owens and Y/N join their friends to explore a haunted sanatorium, but when eerie events escalate, Tyler refuses to let Y/N face the darkness alone, standing by her side as strange noises and shadowy figures turn their thrillseeking adventure into a chilling experience.
It was a crisp October night, and the air was thick with anticipation as Y/N, Tyler Owens, and their friends Boone, Kate, and Javi arrived at the abandoned sanatorium on the outskirts of town. The place had a dark reputation long-abandoned, it was rumored to be haunted by the restless spirits of its past patients. Local stories of shadows moving in empty hallways, whispers echoing through the rooms, and doors slamming shut on their own had drawn their group to the site for a Halloween dare.
Y/N wasn’t thrilled about this adventure, but her friends had been eager, and she didn’t want to be the one to back down. Tyler, however, had picked up on her nervousness the moment they pulled up outside the looming, crumbling structure.
As the group gathered their equipment from the back of the van, Tyler glanced over at Y/N, noticing the way she pulled her jacket tighter around herself. “You sure you’re up for this, darlin’?” he asked, his Southern drawl cutting through the chill in the air. His eyes held a softness, a mix of concern and warmth. It was the look that always made her feel like she was more than just a part of the group like she mattered to him in a way that went beyond their shared adventures.
Y/N forced a smile, adjusting her camera strap and trying to steady her nerves. “Yeah, I’m good. It’s just a bunch of old ghost stories, right? Nothing we haven’t faced before,” she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.
Tyler chuckled, reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The touch was brief, but it sent warmth coursing through her, grounding her against the chill that seemed to seep from the abandoned building in front of them. “Hey, if it gets too much, you just stick by me, alright? Ain’t no way I’m letting anything scare you off.”
Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, but the corners of her mouth quirked up at his words. “You better not run off and leave me to the ghosts, cowboy.”
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ll even let you hold my hand if it gets real spooky.”
She laughed, feeling a little lighter despite the nerves buzzing in her chest. For a moment, with Tyler’s steady presence next to her, the sanatorium didn’t seem quite so intimidating. But as they joined the rest of the crew Boone, Kate, and Javi who were already testing their EVP recorders and flashlights, the eerie atmosphere settled back over them like a heavy blanket.
The sanatorium’s front doors groaned as they pushed them open, revealing a long, dark corridor lined with dusty windows. Cold air rushed out to meet them, and their footsteps echoed in the empty lobby. Boone, always the thrill-seeker, led the way with a confident stride, while Kate followed closely behind, her camera already recording. Javi stuck to the rear, muttering about how this place gave him the creeps.
Tyler stayed close to Y/N, his flashlight sweeping across the broken tiles and faded wallpaper. He glanced at her whenever she jumped at a sudden noise or flinched at a gust of wind that rattled the windows, offering her reassuring smiles. And she was grateful for it, even though she tried to hide her nervousness behind a brave front.
They started their investigation in the main lobby, recording audio and taking photos, but it wasn’t long before things took a strange turn. Y/N swore she saw something moving just beyond the reach of her flashlight shadows slipping across the walls where there shouldn’t have been any. She spun around, her heart racing, but when she pointed it out to the group, no one else saw it.
“Relax, Y/N. It’s probably just your imagination,” Boone teased, flashing her a smirk. But Tyler caught the worry in her eyes, stepping a little closer to her as they continued exploring.
After a while, the group gathered in a hallway leading deeper into the building. The air seemed heavier there, colder, and the shadows seemed to stretch out longer. Boone, ever the daredevil, grinned at Y/N and then nudged her with his elbow. “Hey, Y/N, you wanna prove you’re not scared? How about a dare?” He gestured toward a dark corridor branching off to their right. “Go get some footage down there, alone. It’s the hotspot, they say.”
Y/N hesitated, glancing down the pitch-black hallway. Her nerves prickled, every instinct telling her that nothing good would come from venturing into that darkness alone. She tried to brush it off with a laugh. “Yeah, right. That’s how all the horror movies start, Boone. Nice try.”
But before she could respond further, Tyler stepped forward, his expression hardening. “Not happening,” he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. He shot a look at Boone, making it clear he wasn’t joking. “She’s not going anywhere without me, got it?”
Boone raised an eyebrow, but Kate elbowed him, sensing the tension. “Fine, fine,” Boone muttered, holding up his hands in surrender. “Didn’t mean to push it.”
Tyler turned back to Y/N, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. “I told you, I’m not lettin’ you out of my sight,” he said softly. Y/N felt a flutter in her chest at the way he was looking at her protective, unwavering and she managed a small smile.
“You’re my hero, Tyler Owens,” she teased quietly, but there was genuine gratitude in her voice.
But almost as if the building itself took offense to Boone’s words, a loud crash echoed through the hallways, reverberating off the dilapidated walls. Everyone froze, their breath catching in their throats as the sound of footsteps heavy and deliberate followed, as if something unseen was pacing just around the corner.
Tyler instinctively moved closer to Y/N, his arm brushing against hers. “Stay close,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the strange sounds. Y/N nodded, gripping the handle of her camera with trembling fingers, feeling the warmth of his body next to hers as a shield against the creeping cold.
They moved toward the noise, Tyler leading the way with his flashlight. As the heavy metal door slammed shut behind them with a deafening clang, the darkness seemed to thicken around the group, swallowing up what little light their flashlights provided. Y/N’s breath hitched, her hand instinctively clutching Tyler’s arm as the sudden sound echoed through the empty hallways. Tyler’s grip tightened around his flashlight, his knuckles turning white as he scanned the darkness. The air felt colder now, and there was a tension in the silence, as if the building itself was holding its breath, waiting for something.
Boone was the first to speak, his bravado faltering as he turned back toward the closed door. “Alright, very funny. Who’s messing with us?” he called out, trying to sound more confident than he felt. His voice echoed, but there was no answer, only the steady creak of the building settling around them.
Javi swung his flashlight back down the corridor, his face pale. “Man, that door wasn’t supposed to be able to close like that,” he muttered. “This place is supposed to be abandoned.”
Kate, who had been holding up her camera, stopped recording and looked around nervously. “Okay, maybe we should just leave. This place is seriously creeping me out.”
Tyler kept his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, his body tensed as if ready to protect her from whatever might come out of the shadows. He glanced down at her, concern etched in his features. “You alright, darlin’? We’ll get out of here, okay?”
Y/N nodded, but her eyes darted around the hallway, her mind playing tricks on her as shadows seemed to shift and dance just beyond the flashlight’s reach. She tried to keep her breathing steady, but a shiver ran down her spine when she thought she heard a faint whisper, her name barely carried on the stale air. “Did you hear that?” she whispered to Tyler, her voice barely audible.
Before he could respond, the whispers grew louder, weaving through the air around them. They were indistinct at first, like the murmur of a distant conversation, but then they began to form words taunting, eerie words that sent a chill through the group. “You shouldn’t be here…” the voices echoed, seemingly coming from all around them, as if the very walls were speaking.
Boone’s bravado evaporated entirely as he spun around, his flashlight flickering. “Okay, nope. I’m out. We’re leaving. Right now,” he declared, tugging at the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge. He pulled harder, panic rising in his voice. “This isn’t funny anymore! It’s stuck!”
Kate backed away from the door, her face pale. “This has to be some kind of prank. Or maybe it’s the wind?”
Javi shook his head, swallowing hard as he glanced back down the dark hallway, where shadows seemed to writhe and stretch toward them. “That’s not the wind, Kate. There’s no way.”
Tyler turned to face the others, his jaw clenched. “Alright, let’s stay calm. We’ve got to find another way out of here,” he said, but his voice wavered as the whispers continued to creep through the air, growing louder with every passing second.
Y/N’s grip on Tyler’s arm tightened as she fought to keep her fear in check. The shadows seemed to pulse around them, growing darker with each flicker of their flashlights. Her pulse quickened when she thought she saw a figure standing at the end of the hallway, barely visible in the dim light a dark silhouette that didn’t move. “Tyler… there’s someone down there,” she breathed, barely able to form the words.
Tyler turned his flashlight in the direction she was pointing, but the beam only illuminated an empty hallway. He squinted, straining to see beyond the darkness, but the figure she saw seemed to melt into the shadows. “I don’t see anything,” he said, though he kept his voice low, as if afraid that raising it might make the darkness react.
Boone finally gave up on the door, turning back to the group with panic clear in his eyes. “Let’s head back the way we came. We’ll find a window or something to climb out of.”
But as they turned to retrace their steps, a chilling breeze swept through the hallway, carrying with it a deep, raspy voice that sent shivers down their spines. “You’ll never leave,” it hissed, the words wrapping around them like ice.
The lights flickered wildly, and Y/N felt Tyler’s arm slip around her waist, pulling her closer as if to shield her from whatever was lurking in the shadows. He met her gaze, his expression serious despite the fear that flickered in his eyes. “I’m not letting anything happen to you, Y/N. We’re getting out of here. Together.”
The words were barely out of his mouth when a loud bang echoed through the hallway, the sound of a door slamming shut deeper inside the building. Boone and Javi jumped, nearly dropping their equipment, while Kate let out a small yelp, stumbling backward.
Tyler’s eyes darted to the shadows, his jaw clenched. “Alright, that’s it. Everyone stick close. We’re finding another way out now.”
Just as they started to move down the hallway, there was a scuffling noise, like footsteps shuffling across the dusty floor behind them. Y/N turned, her flashlight cutting through the darkness, but all she saw was empty space until she caught a glimpse of movement, something slipping out of sight around the corner. Her breath caught in her throat, and she squeezed Tyler’s hand, forcing herself to keep moving forward even as dread twisted in her stomach.
The group pressed forward, but the whispers followed them, growing louder and more insistent, as if urging them deeper into the darkness. Tyler kept Y/N close by his side, his arm brushing against hers with every step, a steady presence amid the chaos. She clung to that comfort, even as the air seemed to grow colder, each breath visible in the dim light.
And then, just when it felt like the building was closing in around them, the whispers stopped, plunging the sanatorium into a heavy silence. For a moment, all they could hear was the sound of their own breathing, the rapid thumping of their hearts.
But before they could process the sudden quiet, another door creaked open somewhere down the hallway a slow, deliberate sound that sent a fresh wave of fear washing over them.
Tyler turned to Y/N, his expression grim but determined. “Whatever happens, stay close to me, you hear? We’re getting out of this place if I have to carry you out.”
She nodded, managing a small, shaky smile. “You’ve got yourself a deal, cowboy.”
But as they moved toward the sound, knowing it was their only hope of escape, they couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching them something that had no intention of letting them leave.
And as the next door creaked open, revealing a staircase descending into pitch blackness, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that their night had only just begun.
#tyler owen x f! reader#tyler owen’s x you#tyler owen x fem reader#tyler owens x y/n#tyler owen’s#tyler owen x reader#tyler owen#tyler owens x reader#tyler owens#glen powell fluff#glen powell fanfic#glen powell x reader#glen powell
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National Geographic is freshening up its programming slate.
The network has ordered four new series including The Real Finding Nemo and Surviving Pompeii with Tom Hiddleston.
It is the first slate of programming since it emerged that a large number of Nat Geo titles including Life Below Zero and Wicked Tuna were coming to an end.
Surviving Pompeii with Tom Hiddleston is a historical exploration about the eruption of Vesuvius in 79 A.D. and the preserved Roman city it left behind. Hiddleston, who studied Classics at Cambridge University, exec produces alongside his Loki executive producer Kevin R. Wright.
It comes from Plimsoll Productions, which is behind Nat Geo series including A Real Bug’s Life and The Devil’s Climb. Grant Mansfield, Alan Eyres, Helen Flint and Tom Barbor-Might exec produce for Plimsoll and Carolyn Payne exec produces for Nat Geo.
Hiddleston is the latest celebrity to front a Nat Geo series after Chris Hemsworth, who hosted Limitless and Will Smith with Welcome To Earth.
The Real Finding Nemo (w/t) comes on the back of A Real Bug’s Life. It will explore dynamics of life on the reef and beyond via a clown fish.
The series comes from Our Great National Parks producer Freeborne Media, whose James Honeyborne exec produces alongside Tracy Rudolph Jackson for Nat Geo.
Elsewhere, Ryan Reynolds’ Maximum Effort and BBC Studios Science Unit have teamed on Meet The Planets (w/t), an astronomy series that brings the galaxy’s most famous family to life, with the sun as the matriarch, surrounded by her unruly planetary children. It will feature comedy and animation.
Andrew Cohen exec produces for BBC Studios Science Unit alongside Betsy Forhan for Nat Geo.
Finally, the network is expanding its One Day In strand with Diana: One Day In Paris. The three-part series will explore the tragic death of Princess Diana on the 30th anniversary of that paparazzi car chase through a Parisian motorway tunnel.
It follows 9/11: One Day in America and JFK: One Day in America and comes from 72 Films.
It will feature rare archives and interviews with witnesses who have never spoken publicly as it looks at the 24 hours before and after Diana’s death and follow the story through to her funeral one week later.
David Glover and Mark Raphael exec produce for 72 Films alongside Carolyn Payne for Nat Geo and TJ Martin and Dan Lindsay.
All of this comes after Nat Geo axed Wicked Tuna earlier this summer. The Pilgrim Media Group-produced series, which follows a group of fisherman from Gloucester, Masschusetts as they rod and reel fish bluefin tuna, had been airing on the network since 2012 and 13 seasons.
Nat Geo’s Emmy-winning series Life Below Zero is also ending after its 23rd season, per star Chip Hailstone. Spinoffs including Next Generation, First Alaskans and Northern Territories are also ending.
Other titles not returning to Nat Geo include The Incredible Dr Pol, after 24 seasons, and Dr. Oakley Yukon Vet, after 12 seasons.
“These new unscripted series epitomize everything National Geographic stands for — bold, captivating storytelling rooted in world-class research and expertise,” said Tom McDonald, EVP of Global Unscripted and Factual Content. “National Geographic is building on its reputation as the home of the most distinctive factual series from the very best storytellers in the world.”
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Need I remind you that it was CM Punk who twisted the events at All In and said that he calmly approached Jack and said ‘he didn’t punch anybody’ or how it was Punk who leaked to Fiteful saying that Jack pushed and bumped Punk first and Punk retaliated with a chokehold? He waited until Jack calmly put his hands in his hair to throw a punch. Jack backed up. Then Punk grabbed Jack’s hair in order to put him in a headlock ie not a sleeper. Jack stepped out. And then Punk threw more punches before Joe, Hook, Hero, and the ref grabbed them both. Shit lasted a couple seconds. But not before Punk lunged at Tony and knocked over monitors. And no, this was not the incident that made Tony fear for his life. That happened after Punk’s match with Samoa Joe.
Jack Perry did nothing wrong.
Like it was Punk who leaked that story to Nick Hausman about the story regarding real glass to save face after he went on another tangent to burry Hangman Adam Page. That is why Jack was mad. He leaked a story that made Jack look bad so Punk could make himself look better. In hindsight, I am starting to believe it was Punk that was spreading stories about AEW like wildfire to the press. Before Punk, there were rarely any leaks that didn’t involve Sammy Guevara. It’s no wonder that since then, no story has been leaked. No locker room gossip. Nothing.
Punk was a condescending piece of shit in a company built on the idea that the type of hierarchy where top guys like Cena threatening Gabbi Tuft, then Tyler Reks. That is why Hangman broke script to begin with and what that promo was about. Punk kept needling at everyone backstage and bring a piece of shit. And Page saw the culture change with Punk openly disrespecting his peers and pushing people off of AEW like Colt Cabana and using his position to get his way.
Now I’m questioning Brawl Out. I starting to think that the Elite didn’t kick down that door and start that fight. Now I think hotheaded and paranoid Punk escalated that confrontation after the Elite went to his locker room. If Punk has shown those little tendencies to twist a story in his favor like saying Jack bumped into him or confronted him or threw the first punch or was condescending to him when we were just shown footage that it was Punk who did it, I am starting to think Punk was always the problem. In fact, him getting ousted from WWE the first time is starting to make sense. Punk is a carny piece of shit with a fragile ego.
Tony should have not punished Jack at all. He should have fired Punk from the jump.
Should the footage have been shown? Yes. Punk is a fucking lying narcissist who prides himself on being the realest yet he,under the guise of being some guiding veteran, tried to sabotage Perry’s career and reputation. For months, Jack has been made out like some little bitch and all he did was back away and let some 40+ year old man throw a tantrum. The Scapegoat moniker makes sense. Maybe they should have released it online.
They didn’t mention Punk once. The Bucks have been referencing Jack for weeks now since they started this EVP gimmick. Their angle was to accuse FTR of only beating them at All In because of what happened with Jack while redeeming Jack and welcoming him into the Elite. That’s the story. At the same time, it was petty. Will this convince Pepsiman diehards? No.
And this had nothing to do with WWE. It had to do with a former disgruntled employee who lied. Good fucking riddance.
That being said, this show was uncharacteristically mid. The Jerichoverse should die and Mox, Page, O’ Reilly, Thunder Rosa, or fucking someone should have had a ten minute match. The card was disappointing overall.
But regardless, we can stop creating fanfic about this stupid overblown event. If Punk were anyone else, he would have been blackballed from wrestling along with Teddy Hart. There is no excuse for attacking your fellow employee. If it were anyone else, Punk would have been arrested for assault.
Still would have preferred to see a Takeshita match.
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The Sallie House Pt 3
Chapter Summary: You and the Spooky boys start the Sallie House investigation.
Warnings: Demon (I'm counting that as a warning) and Language
Words: 1, 686
Part 1 Part 2
The boys and you were ready to start the investigation but you felt something more different like dark and sinister but you kept it quiet. "Time to go upstairs to start the investigation." Sam said as they head upstairs and went in Sallie's room. But you were last one and stood behind Nate. You unexpectedly heard a growl from behind, you turned and saw nothing but something felt off.
Seth picked up the 8 ball and asked. "Are we gonna find a demon?" He shook it and it answer. "Very doubtful."
"That’s good, that’s a good thing." Colby said. You stood out of the room.
"But will we contact Sallie?" Sam asked.
"It’s decidedly so." Seth said reading the ball. The boys went through the equipment but you still heard a growl and a dark voice in your ear. “Come and Play.” Y/N looked at the stairs and saw something that was very dark and it started to come up the stairs.
"Whoa." You say and step into the room standing in between Colby and Sam holding your throat where their heart was beating fast.
"What’s wrong, baby?" Colby asked looking at his girlfriend completely freaked out.
"I don’t want to scare you but this feels different now." They said.
"How different?" Sam asked.
"Like bad different, it feels dark and very oppressive. Like when I came into this house the first time, it felt light and when I walk in the 2nd time it feels dark and right now it feels like I’m seeing something that isn’t human like my heart is beating really fast. I just saw something by the stairs and coming up." You explains and the boys looked shocked and scared.
Colby being the good boyfriend that he is, held your hand that you covered your neck with. "If you don’t comfortable, just tell us and we’re leave, okay?" Colby says, caressing your hand a bit.
"Okay." You relax a bit. Sam turned on the rem-pod and it went off crazy.
"It’s been doing that." Sam reset it again but went off again. You saw a girl touching the rem-pod but It’s wasn't Sallie. Sam reset it again but the girl wasn’t there anymore.
"You can hear walking." Nate said and the boys stood by the door but Y/N stood still.
The boys went in the hallway and they start the music box. You stayed by the door of Sallie's room. The box went off again. "If there's actually someone standing right there could you step away from me real quick?" Sam asked and the box slow down and played again.
The boys were discussing of the box calibrating or not. You stood beside Nate and watched the box. "If we hear it go off again." The box did just that.
"That one I believe way more." Sam said. "Could you step in front of that again just to show your here?" Sam asked the box went off again and you went back to Sallie's room.
The boys came back to the room as Seth stood by the bed, Sam and Nate stood by the windows, Colby stood at the end of the bed and Y/N was sitting on the bed which she was brave for.
"Y/N what do you have in your hand?" Colby asked.
"I have my own personal EVP recorder." You said, holding and showing the camera her EVP recorder. "It stands for Electronic Voice Phenomenon, it's used in all ghost investigation shows but I keep one on me since my first investigation at The Shanley Hotel." You explains and looked at the camera who their boyfriend was holding.
The rem-pod was going off in a circle of all of Sallie's toys as the next thing you wear with your naked ear was a distant laughing.
"Did you guys hear that?" Colby asked.
"A little girl laugh." Sam answered.
"I heard it." Y/N said. The toy beside you went off as Sallie was now touching her toy and smiling at you.
The boys were freaking out as you kept calm. Y/N looked at the boys and quickly stated. "I didn’t touch it at all." You were entirely calm as the boys freaked out and when they were by the stairs, Colby called for you. "What’s wrong?"
"Did you see the 8 ball go out the room?" Colby asked.
"No, I was looking at Sallie the whole time when I was sat on her bed." You said.
"That means she was in the room and she pushed it down the stairs." Sam said.
"Because we heard that thing, maybe she was on the bed before Y/N sat down, she got up and ran out the room." Colby said.
"She got up by the one toy after she laughed and then kicked it down the stairs." Sam said.
"Sam, that wasn’t Sallie that kicked the toy though, she was in the room with us. What you guys heard probably wasn’t done by Sallie." You said, scaring the boys really bad.
They reacting the ball going down the stairs. "Dude that would be so louder." Colby sighed.
"I literally just tapped it, it could have been pushed hard enough that it hit once, then twice and hit the floor." Nate said kneeling at the top of the stairs with you beside him.
"We didn’t bring this down here." Seth softly replied.
"Either way if it was knocks or something down there that’s paranormal. That’s what I’m saying." Sam said.
"Yeah, this ball shouldn't be down here." Seth said.
"That ball was in Sallie's room the whole time and I saw Seth setting it on the flat side." You said.
"We have never seen something move like that." Sam said with his arms crossed.
"This is almost like the soccer ball back at the Shanley, it happened without us knowing." Seth said and you cringed remembering that incident.
Nate sighed and sat on the stairs realizing something and you went down the stairs standing on the same step as Nate. "Also this isn’t uncharacteristic for the Sallie house, don’t you remember in what we were in, one of the previous owners had a maternal draw to Sallie. Even going so far to give her a birthday gift and when she did so, she left it in the room, left the house and came back later that day and the gift was outside of the box without the box being touched. So whatever's here historically has the power to translate things." Nate explains.
"In a weirdly non-physical explanation."
"We’re just talking about asking Sallie questions and this is at the bottom of the steps." Nate said and they were all stunned by Nate's statement.
"We need to talk to Sallie." Seth said.
"What if we do the else method and that at the same time?" Sam said.
"People are going to say this is bullshit. But what if this works?" Seth asked.
"Keep in mind, it’s either Sallie or whatever is in the basement trying to talk to us." Nate said.
"Oh Nate don’t say that." You groaned as they shook their head.
(.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.)
Later on, Sam and Colby fans were stalking the boys but Sam and Nate were arguing but now it was time to do the essence method.
"If there’s something in this house did you transfer the eight ball downstairs?" Nate shook the ball and it said. 'Ask later' and Sam didn’t answer.
"Is Sallie the one who moved the ball down the stairs?" Seth shook the ball and it said. 'Yes' and Sam didn’t answer.
"Is there multiple spirits here talking to us?" Colby shook the ball. "'They’re separate." Sam said. "It says it is certain."
"Maybe that means it's multiple spirits." Nate said and had the ball. "I'd the spirits separate is one of turn a malevolent mother spirit?" Nate shook it. "It says very doubtful."
Sam said nothing, til. "You already know."
"You wanna try?" Nate asked looking at you with her arms crossed and you shrugged hit shoulder and took it.
"God, I'm gonna regret this." They mumbled to themselves. "Is there any evil spirits in the house?" They shook the ball. "As I see it, yes." You read the ball.
"Well, yeah..." Sam says and your mood got more scared. "Fuck!" You exclaims softly but scared. You don’t deal with any demons at all, you’re more terrified of them.
"Is there a spirit in the basement that is dangerous?" Nate asked and had the eight ball. "It is decidedly so." Sam said Yes at the same time which you heard.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You ran your hands through your (H/C) hair and made a small mess.
"Was the medium we brought to the house right, is there multiple evil spirits?" Seth shook it and Sam said. "Nooo." But Seth's answer was yes.
"Do you want to harm or hurt us tonight?" Colby asked, shaking the ball. Nate had the camera this time.
"I hope not." Seth said.
"7." Sam said.
"My answer says no, but this says..." Colby quickly changed his question. "Or do you want to hurt us tonight?"
"Probably."
You stopped listening to them as now you had to deal with a demon now. Demonology isn’t anyway near your experience with spirits. But someone tapped your shoulder and you were shook of your mind. "Babe, what’s wrong?" Colby asked, looking concerned.
"I wanna go home." You whimper with putting their lips. The boys chuckled and Colby hugged you.
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It is Halloween soon! Zack throws a Halloween party on the 49th floor (can be big, can be small, however you'd like to write it) and has decided to use an ouija board. What chaos breaks out?
(Also i was bday anon, thank you so much, your posts are life 💞)
Zack's Halloween Party
• To cease the arguments over who gets to host the annual SOLDIER halloween party, Director Lazard comes up with an idea.
• He writes down each of his SOLDIERs' names on small slips of paper and places them in a huge bowl, then summons them all to an impromptu meeting.
Lazard: Whoever's name I pull out will be the designated party organizer. Does that sound fair?
Zack: YES! I WON! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO THROW A HALLOWEEN PARTY!
Lazard: No, Zack. I mean, does my selection process sound just?
• A chorus of agreements echo throughout the room.
Lazard: Good. And the winner is *he sticks his hand in the bowl, pulls out a name, then sighs* Fair.
Zack: Yes, Director! We agreed that it's a fair process!
Lazard: No. Zack Fair, you won.
Zack: YEEEESSSSSSS!!
• A chorus of no's and groans sweep the room.
Zack: Don't worry, guys! I'll do my very best! You'll see! This is gonna be the best Halloween party ever. *he interlocks his fingers evilly* and I have just the tool to make it fun...
• The day of the Halloween party arrives. To everyone's surprise, the party's rather ordinary. There's good music playing, Halloween decorations everywhere, flashing lights, fog and candy bowls stationed everywhere.
• Sephiroth, Genesis and Angeal step off the elevator. Sephiroth is dressed like a grim reaper with Masamune fashioned as a scythe, Angeal is a zombie, and Genesis is a queen? king of hearts.
Angeal: Huh. Look at that. No one who knows Zack personally would've ever guessed he would be responsible enough to pull this off.
• Angeal snatches a candy bowl from Sephiroth's hands.
Genesis: I know, right? It almost makes you feel bad for underestimating him.
• Kunsel (dressed like robocop) and Roche (hippie) walk by carrying Skelesis Bonesodos.
Kunsel: Where are we hanging Skelesis?
Roche: Zack told us to hang him by the dancefloor.
Genesis: Son of a bitch.
• Angeal fails to notice Sephiroth nick an entire platter of spaghetti and meatball eyes from a passing server.
• Zack (dressed like a pirate) comes bouncing up to them
Zack: Arrg! Hey, guys! Sweet party, huh?
Angeal: Yeah, actually. I'm impressed. It's just a regular party without any crazy additives.
• Zack pulls out a Ouija board.
Zack: Or so you thought!
Genesis & Angeal: ZACK, NO.
Zack: Zack yes!
• Genesis snatches the ouija board away from him.
Genesis: I refuse to compliantly sit here and watch you damn us all by bothering the spirit realm. You have no idea how dangerous it is!
Angeal: Are you serious? Ghosts aren't real.
Zack & Genesis: Yes they are.
Angeal: No, they're not. And I'm not letting you mess around with anything paranormal. I don't want a repeat of last time.
• Collective flashback to the time Zack purchased an EVP recorder and refused to shower for a week because the ghost insinuated that it'd possess him in the bathroom.
Zack: Oh, please! That was ages ago. Besides, how cool would it be to have a real entity at my party!?
Genesis, sarcastically: So cool! One minute you're doing the Monster Mash and the next we're calling a priest!
Zack: I'm not gonna get possessed!
Angeal: You're not gonna summon anything! Ghosts and demons aren't real! Right, Sephiroth?
• Everyone turns to see Sephiroth working his way through another bowl of candy.
Angeal: Give me THAT!
Sephiroth, chewing: Honestly, it wouldn't hurt to try to use the ouija board.
Zack: Ha-ha! You rock, Seph! I knew you'd be on my side.
• Zack and Sephiroth high five.
Genesis: I give up. Summon the demon, damn us all to lifetime of paranormal prosecution. What do I care? It's not like anyone listens to me any—*he looks across the room*—HEY! KUNSEL! STOP PLAYING CATCH WITH SKELESIS BONESODOS! YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK HIS HIP!
• Zack leads the four of them to a vacant office room. They sit down in a circle on the floor and sets up the Ouija board in the middle of them.
Angeal: This is the stupidest thing I've ever done.
Sephiroth: Don't say that. I would argue that purchasing that questionable, over-priced plant from that man in the slums that turned out to be plastic was the stupidest thing you've ever done.
• They all place their fingers on the planchette and slide it around three times.
Genesis: We're going to die.
Zack: Shhh! Oh great spirits that reside in the Shinra HQ! Make yourselves known...please—pretty please? I really want a party ghost!
Sephiroth: Do you gentlemen think a person's soul can become trapped within the sword that kills them? I often hear Masamune whisper to me in the middle of the night.
Angeal: And you mention that NOW?
Genesis: Ho-ho! I thought you didn't believe in ghosts!
Angeal: I don't. I believe in Sephiroth inevitably succumbing to psychosis due to years of trauma.
Zack: Guys! Shhh! You're gonna distract the—
*The planchette moves on its own*
*Everyone screams*
Angeal: WHO DID THAT? WHICH ONE OF YOU MOVED IT?
Genesis: IT WASN'T ME!
Zack: IT WAS THE GHOST!
Sephiroth: Fascinating. Zack's Ouija board has proven to be a reliable tool for demonic communication.
Genesis: I wanna leave! I'm not playing with this stuff!
Angeal: You moved it, didn't you, Genesis? You wanted to scare me and be right about the paranormal.
Genesis: Shut up! I have my limits too, you know!
Zack: Guys! Shhh! Let me talk to it!
Zack: Dear Mr. Ghost..... Or should I say Mrs. Ghost? Ms. Ghost? Wait, what if the ghost is gender neutral?
Angeal: Ghosts aren't real!
*The planchette moves again, this time right on the letter G. Everyone screams and starts panicking*
Sephiroth: Is that real enough for you?
Genesis: It's spelling something out!
Angeal: Shut up! Look!
*The planchette continues to move until it spells out GET OUT*
Genesis: YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME TWICE!
*He gets up and runs out the door screaming. Zack and Angeal follow him, also screaming. They leave Sephiroth alone at the table, snickering with his fingers still on the planchette*
Sephiroth: Suckers.
*He pulls out a jumbo bag of Halloween candy and starts eating*
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Stay Put, Babe (I'm Coming for You) - also on AO3
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After that promo with the Bucks and Hangman, Matt goes to find where Hanger has disappeared to.
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Title from Use Me by PVRIS feat. 070 Shake
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Matt waits until the camera shuts off to relax. “What the eff was that?” he hisses to Nick. He can’t figure out if his hands are shaking or tingling with anticipation, and he can figure out even less if he thinks either are a bad thing. “I thought you –”
“He did,” Nick says. There’s no comfort in his eyes, though. Just the echo of the confusion in Matt’s whole being. “He said he was in. He – I don’t know, Matt.” He looks apologetic, worried. Matt wishes that was enough. “I promise, I asked him. And he – he said he was going to be there.”
“Did you ask him about Blood and Guts, though?” Matt pleads.
“Yeah, I told you I did.”
“But what did he say,” Matt says. He adjusts his jacket, because he’s suddenly very aware of how much it got mussed by Hangman, and stares at Nick. “Come on. What did he say?”
“He said he’d think about it,” Nick says. “Can you move on? We have stuff to do.”
“You told me he said yes!” Matt says, following Nick. “What, did you lie to me?”
“I didn’t lie,” Nick insists. “I told you he would probably say yes.”
“Well, clearly, he didn’t,” Matt hisses. “Now I have to go do damage control because I looked like an idiot out there.”
“Is damage control code for jumping Hangman’s bones?”
“Shut up,” Matt snaps, but he can’t argue with Nick. Unlike Nick, he’s not a liar. “Go run gorilla and stuff. I have work to do.”
“More like work that’s gonna get done to you!” Nick yells after him, but it’s too late. Matt is determined and halfway down the hallway.
In contrast to the explicit demands set forth in the EVP AEW Tips and Tricks Handbook, there aren’t labels on every single locker room, let alone the highly organized spreadsheet documenting every room, match, and promo lined up for each performer each day. He put himself, Okada, Jack, and Nick’s information in there. But nobody else seems to have complied.
He sighs, disappointed, as he opens the eighth door in the hallway to see a small, dimly lit room with a couch and a small bathroom in the corner. “Hello?” he calls. “Hangman?”
From the corner next to the door, a shadow steps out. Matt has the brief sense to be worried, because there’s always a chance he’s walked in on Malakai doing a weird ritual that will cause his death by joint rearrangement or something. But then he sees the face that appears in the light from the hallway, and he, somehow, relaxes.
“Hangman,” he says, relaxing. “Hanger. Hi.”
“The fuck do you want?” he asks, frowning. “I thought we took care of this earlier.”
Matt glances down the hallway. “Can I come in?”
“Why?”
“I – wanted to apologize,” Matt says.
That gets a reaction. It’s a laugh, sure, but at least it’s a real reaction. “Matt – sorry, Matthew – Jackson apologizing.” He pushes the door open and steps aside. ���Fine. Come right in.”
The room is cramped, almost. It’s not a large room, like the one the EVPs have. Almost an afterthought.
Matt will have to underline and bold the Adam Page stays with the Elite in the program management document he sends to all of the venue coordinators next time. Apparently simply bolding it wasn’t enough.
“You should have stayed with us,” Matt says, fiddling with his necklace. “Our room is, like, four times as big and has a bunch of extra couches and a fridge.”
“I rejected it,” Hanger says. He sits on the chair of the couch. “Told them to find me a closet or something.”
Matt’s heart finds a spot somewhere near his sneakers. “Oh.”
Hanger folds his arms across his chest. “You said you had an apology for me?”
“Right,” Matt says. He adjusts his necklace and the collar of his blazer, clearing his throat. “I wanted to apologize for suspending you. Tony wouldn’t hear reason. It was on Swerve that all of that happened – not you.”
Hanger’s face is unreadable, and Matt wonders when he lost the ability to know what the man is thinking.
“All Swerve, huh?” Hanger licks his lips. “Like you didn’t first invite him onto your team before inviting me.”
Matt feels lunch crawling up his throat. “I – that was – you know.” His heart is racing. “Hanger, you know we only asked him because I thought you weren’t ever coming back.”
“You know I’m here forever,” Hanger says. Matt tries to find some sort of happiness, some sort of joy in the words. He can’t. “Why are you really here, Matt?”
Matt shrugs and moves his hand up to fiddle with his necklace again. He can’t look at Hanger. He doesn’t want him to know what he’s thinking.
With a frustrated little groan, Hanger shoves him up against the wall. It’s the closest they’ve been in months. Matt stares, forcing eye contact he wasn’t capable of earlier. “The fuck do you really want?” he growls, and Matt really wishes he could control his boner right now.
“I want,” Matt says, eyes flickering between Hanger’s mouth and eyes, “I want to – see you.”
“You already did that.” Hanger steps up to him, crowding in his space. Matt wants nothing more than to jump on him, rip both of their clothes off. “So what is this?”
Matt can’t catch his breath. “You know what it is,” he says.
Hanger makes an impossible noise, something raging and focused and stunned. He reaches out, too fast for Matt to even realize what’s happening, and drags Matt in. It’s less of a kiss and more of a bite, teeth into Matt’s lower lip and fingers dug deeply into the skin of Matt’s hip. It’s everything. Matt moans, throwing his arms around Hanger’s neck to draw him in closer. He needs more. He needs skin. He needs whatever Hanger wants to give him and more.
There’s a ripping sound and buttons fly all over the room, and Matt’s suddenly cold. It doesn’t last, though, as Hanger’s shoved Matt flat against the wall.
“Fuckin’ hate these suits,” Hanger grumbles, biting a line down Matt’s neck. “You look better naked.”
“Cute dirty talk, but you should probably just get in me,” Matt says.
Hanger rolls his eyes. “Fuck. I forgot how much you suck.” He dives back in and kisses Matt again, a little less teeth forward, and Matt gives himself three seconds to remember when it used to be like this always before Hanger’s gone for his belt and is ripping it out.
“Turn around,” Hanger says, unbuttoning Matt’s jeans. “You still keep shit in your bag?”
“Always,” Matt says. He presses his hands against the wall. He’s fine with rough – wouldn’t be the first time – but the offer lights the tiniest bit of hope that, somewhere, his Adam is still under all of this rage. That isn’t to say he won’t enjoy the rage while it’s here. “Got new stuff.”
“Cool,” Hanger says. There’s a rustling sound. “Since when do you go for water based?”
“I – shut up,” Matt says. He can feel his cheeks burn red.
“What happened to ‘silicone based or die’ Matt Jackson?” There’s a hint of a tease to the back of it.
“I – look, okay, I haven’t had a chance to, like, hook up with anybody lately…” He trails off.
Hanger’s laugh turns a little mean. “Fucking yourself with toys ‘cause you missed me,” he says, and it’s almost patronizing. Matt feels a hand on either ass cheek and fights the urge to push his hips back, but he figures being here at all is desperate enough. “Did miss this, though.”
“You did?” Matt asks.
“Yeah,” Hanger says. “Nobody’s got an ass like you, baby.”
A combination of jealousy and the familiar sparkle of praise well through him. He wants to ask whose asses, exactly, he’s had the chance to compare to Matt’s. But he doesn’t want to push. “No one?” he asks. He hopes it’s not too eager of a question.
“No one,” Hanger confirms. “Nobody I’ve seen, that is.”
Matt tries not to feel hurt by it. Of course Hanger’s been with other people while he’s been gone. Matt’s been busy with work, and Hanger’s been busy with…well, Matt’s not sure. “Like. Recently?”
He tells himself to shut up. As usual, he doesn’t listen.
“Not so much,” Hanger says. “You can, like, turn around, if you want.”
“Oh.” Matt turns, a little awkwardly, with his pants around his ankles. “Right. Nobody?”
Hanger shrugs. “I’ve been busy. Selling the house, buying a new one. You know how it is.”
“Yeah.”
Hanger walks up to him, some of the fire in his eyes gone as he flips the lube around in his fingers. He reaches out and plays with the pearl necklace Matt is wearing. “I really do like this,” he murmurs. “Reminds me of...” He trails off. Matt wishes he knew what words belonged in the tense silence.
Matt shrugs. “I like innuendo. And these are nice – people take me more seriously when I wear nice things.”
“That is definitely not true,” Hanger says. “The passion is cute, though. You’re real into it, aren’t you.”
Matt can’t meet Hanger’s eyes. “Into what?”
“The power.” Hanger’s practically pressed up against him now, reaches down to run a thumb over the head of Matt’s cock where it’s leaking precome. “Being a big man with big money in front of millions of people in TV.” He leans in, lips by Matt’s ear. “Like they don’t all know you beg for it like a whore at home.”
Matt knees threaten to give out from under him, but he steadies himself before things get really shaky. “I’ll beg for it,” he says. “I’ve been hard since I saw you wrestle. You know I’m desperate.”
“Never had somebody, like, degrade themselves while fucking before, but okay.” Hanger grabs one of Matt’s hips and spins him. “Spread your legs.”
Matt does, and drops his head against the wall as Hanger runs the pad of his finger along Matt’s hole. “Still pretty as ever,” Hanger chuckles, and Matt didn’t expect this. But he’d hoped.
He’s not rough, exactly, as he opens Matt up, but it’s not slow and it’s not gentle. It’s got an edge Matt’s not used to seeing from him – demanding and focused and intentional. The man is on a mission, and nothing will get in the way of it.
“That should do it,” Hanger mutters. It’s…odd. Like Matt’s not actually part of the conversation. Like Hanger knows Matt would go for it regardless of what the circumstances were.
“Yeah, you can – please?”
Hanger’s laugh is low and dark, and Matt almost falls to the floor at the familiar nudge of Hanger’s cock against him. “As shitty as you are right now, you never change.” He pushes into Matt without any further ado, and Matt doesn’t have any choice but to plead for more.
“The problem with you,” Hanger grumbles, bruising grip on Matt’s hips as he hammers into him, “isn’t that you never shut up. It’s that half the fuckin’ time the shit that comes out of your mouth doesn’t make any goddamned sense and you piss people off.” He slides his hand around to cover Matt’s mouth, sliding two fingers into his mouth. “There it is. Now you can’t piss me off.”
Matt sucks eagerly, falling into the glorious abyss of feeling and being taken. There’s no expectation from him other than to stay standing. The world can dissolve and he’s not responsible for it.
It’s sudden, then, when his mouth is empty and he’s moaning around nothing but air.
“Making sure you’re, like, still alive or whatever,” Hanger says. He slows his thrusts. “Are you still good?”
Matt nods.
“Jesus, man, I’m gonna need words.” He stops entirely, though doesn’t deprive Matt of his cock, which feels like a mercy.
“I –” Matt searches for anything else. “You –” He can’t figure out anything else to say. It doesn’t feel like anything else matters.
“Yeah,” Hanger says, rocking his hips slowly. “Tell me more.”
Matt doesn’t know how to tell more. He doesn’t know how to use words or explain where his head is right now. “More,” Matt’s able to say.
And, in what is truly the mercy of the moment, Hanger starts moving again. Matt pushes back to meet his thrusts, and reaches down to touch himself.
“None of that, baby,” Hanger says, and for a second Matt thinks that means he doesn’t get to come. And then another, larger hand wraps around him. “I got it.”
Matt plants his hands against the wall again and he can’t move. All he can do, all he has to do, is feel and be and take and –
“Adam,” he whispers.
“Come for me,” Adam demands. “Do it.”
Matt, always, has been helpless to his requests. His legs go all but numb as Adam buries himself deep inside of him with erratic thrusts, and the quick snap from good to too much makes his head spin. He’s about to tap, about to say he’s hit his limit, when Adam groans and Matt feels him lose that last little bit of control with a tight, sharp grip on Matt’s hips.
Matt drops his head against the wall. He waits to be cold again. Instead, Adam seems to drape himself over Matt’s back. If Matt didn’t know better, he’d say it felt like Adam as pressing his face into Matt’s hair.
“Fucking hate how good you feel,” Adam murmurs. There’s a press that could be a kiss to the back of Matt’s neck, if he hopes. He finally feels cold as Adam pulls out of him and smooths his hand along Matt’s hip and steps back.
“Weird way to end this.” Matt leans down to grab his pants and underwear, adjusting himself as best possible. He checks at his blazer – the buttons are definitely done for. He turns to see Adam fully dressed again. “You ruined my jacket.”
“Yeah?” Adam asks. There’s a hint of a his former self, the man Matt got to reconnect with last summer. It’s gone as soon as it showed up. He reaches out and wraps a couple fingers around Matt’s necklace and pulls. Matt goes easily. He would have gone even if Adam just beckoned. “Pretty sure you’re glad I ruined the jacket instead of these pretty pearls.”
Mat’s just gotten fucked and he can feel himself aching for it again. “I like this necklace,” he breathes.
“I know you do,” Adam says. “It’s why I got it for you.”
Matt’s heart is racing, wishing he could figure out where this is going and if he could stop it. “It’s why I wear it,” Matt says. “Because you got it for me, I mean.”
Adam goes soft again. “Yeah,” he sighs. “That was kind of the plan.”
Matt knows there are other things to say. He knows he owes apologies, knows Adam isn’t expected to answer. “I should probably get back to the EVP room,” Matt says, fiddling with the necklace. His fingers brush Adam’s. “You, um. You can come with me. If you want.”
“Nah.” Adam drops his hand and takes a step back. He runs a hand through his hair. “Not yet, I mean. Maybe next time.” He looks away from Matt and turns to the chair, propping up his boot and retying laces that were perfectly fine. He glances back to Matt briefly. “Keep in touch.”
Matt knows enough to know when he’s been dismissed. He takes his hair out of his ponytail, trying to make things look at least mildly presentable, when he crashes into Nick.
“There you are!” Nick says. “Jesus, where have you been?”
Matt shrugs. “Do you actually want to know?”
“Does it have to do with Hangman?”
“Again, do you actually want to know?”
Nick sighs and looks disappointed, which is more impactful from a younger brother than Matt thinks it should be. “I’d hoped you were, like, making shit up about going to see him.”
“I don’t lie,” Matt says pointedly.
Annoyingly, Nick dodges the taunt. “You know you do this to yourself over and over again, right?”
“It’s worth it,” Matt says, and he forces himself not to check down the hallway to see if Adam followed him. “He’s worth it.”
“Hope you’re right about that,” Nick mutters. “Because if you can’t convince him to do Blood and Guts, I’m out of ideas.”
Matt doesn’t explain that Blood and Guts wasn’t on his mind a single second Hangman was in his eyeline.
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Mini Playlist: Cowboy Break My Heart - Tanner Adell Pearls - Jessie Ware Chokehold - Adam Lambert Use Me - PVRIS feat. 070 Shake
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