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The Ferret and the Fox

Bottom!FTM!Omega!Ferret Draco x Top!AMAB!Alpha!Fox Reader

🪄 Word Count: 3k 🪄

Draco's suppressants decide to stop working in the middle of a lecture, forcing him to leave and rest in your office. Draco wasn't thinking straight when he willingly entered an alpha's territory and inadvertently tied himself to you permanently

AFAB Language Used | Hogwarts University AU | Event Request

CW: Non-Con, Brief Somnophilia, Teacher/Student (Draco is 20) Heat, Virginity Loss, Victim Blaming, Marking, Creampie, Fingering, Manipulation, Knotting

As you're teaching your class, you and the rest of your students begin to smell someone’s pheromones. Everyone seems to be looking at Draco Malfoy, who's very red. He must be in heat. You walk over to him and lean in close to him. “Malfoy, are you alright?” 

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He jumps in surprise. He looks up at you with an adorable expression. His tail is curled up on his lap. “It looks like your heat started,” You speak to him softly. “Why don't you go rest in my office until class is over?” You should tell him to see the nurse but she's so far and he’d be safe from all the other alphas. And you might get a chance with him. Draco nods gently. You help him pack up his stuff and walk him to your office, not trusting anyone to let him go by himself.

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He sits down on the couch and takes off his coat to drape it over himself. You give him the blanket you often use during your free time to nap. “I’ll lock the door so no one can come in. If you get hungry or thirsty, you can use my water bottle and take whatever you like from my mini fridge.”

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“Okay…” He turns away from you. “Thanks.”  

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You could barely hear him but you could tell what he said based on how embarrassed he seemed. You smile and leave the room. As soon as you do so, Draco kicks off his shoes and socks before properly laying down. It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep with his and your scent mixed together to comfort him. He won't say it out loud but you're his favorite teacher and the only person in Hogwarts that he truly feels safe around and trusts. While he doesn't have any romantic feelings for you, your scent is still very comforting.

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You walk into your office now that class is over. Since you don't have any more classes to teach today, you plan on taking him home. Most students take suppressants during the school year but when a student isn't able to do so for whatever reason, they take time off to go home since it’d be dangerous to be in their dorms. Draco shouldn't have any problems with taking suppressants but something obviously went wrong. You look at him sleeping on the couch, some of his clothes on the floor. You do a double take when you realize that he's only wearing underwear and his dress shirt. His clothes are conveniently placed in a way that allows you to see his light colored underwear soaked with slick, along with a small pool of it on the couch. You’ll never get over seeing an omega in heat. 

It doesn't help that the room is completely filled with his scent. You should resist and take him home but he looks too tempting. All of the alpha teachers are able to control themselves when met with the strong smell of an omega but there's something different about Draco. Or, really, something different about you.

You're willingly giving in to your instincts this time. You could go and do the right thing but you don't want to and you never really planned to in the first place. You’ve been attracted to Draco since he started your class this year. You never thought you’d have the opportunity to fuck him and now that you do, you're not going to give it up. You unbuckle your belt and free your hard cock, leaving your pants on to make the clean up easier.

You move onto the couch and stare at Draco’s sleeping face with a small smile. You feel sort of bad doing this while he's asleep but it's not like you’ll be taking his virginity. He’s 20, he must've had his first and many others by now. Right? Who wouldn't want him? If you ignore his personality, he's irresistible. You shrug off your uncertainty and take off his underwear. You bring it to your face and smell it, your cock aching for him. You move it away and focus on the real thing.

Draco makes a cute noise in his sleep, his fluffy ears twitching. He's just too adorable. You look at his soaked pussy in awe and run your finger up it, causing him to shiver. You bring your finger to your lips and taste his slick. As you thought, he tastes amazing. His tail curls up in response to your touch. 

You bite your bottom lip as you slowly inch your cock inside him. He’s tight but very slippery, it's not too hard to penetrate him. You moan at the feeling of being inside him. Nothing can compare to his pussy. You grin as an outline of your cock starts to appear on his stomach. You begin to slowly fuck into him. “God, you feel so good, baby.” 

Draco moans. His eyes flutter open. “Huh..?” He blinks a few more times. “Stop! What are you doing?!” He feels like crying. You're so big, it hurts like hell.

“Shh, this is your fault, Malfoy. You shouldn't have let me keep you here. Your pheromones are all over the room, you practically forced me to fuck you.”

“No…I…”

“Isn't this better than having some random person fuck you? Or do you have a boyfriend?”

Draco shakes his head, tears rapidly falling down his cheeks. “This…this is my first time!”

You pause. You’ve never seen him cry before, it's hot. “Really?” You feel your heart pounding. “That's okay, I’ll take care of you from now on.” You resume your gentle thrusts.

Draco sobs. “Why…?”

“If you didn't want this to happen, you shouldn't have let me bring you here. You don't understand how tempting you looked when I saw you sleeping.” You brush his hair out of his face. “You looked so sexy ruining my couch with your slick.”

He looks really embarrassed. Your pheromones seem to be calming him down though. Plus being in heat is really helping to sedate him.

“So just relax, okay? You deserve this.”

Draco nods teary eyed. You hold onto his waist and start to fuck him at a rough pace. He squeals and moans in pleasure, face red from embarrassment. “That’s a good boy, taking me so well.” You purr. You lean into his ear. “Love your pussy so fucking much, sweetheart.” You trail down to his neck and lightly suck on his skin.

He squeaks. “Ah…[Name]~ I’m sorry..”

You pause for a brief moment then slow down. You're shocked that he apologized. Despite the major changes he went through in the past, he's still prideful. He's really different when he's in heat. “If you're sorry then let me mark you. Now that I’ve had a taste of you, it’d be cruel to not let me have you. Besides, I should also take responsibility.”

Draco sniffles. You should feel bad for taking advantage of his current state but you just can't. He's too cute for you to let go. “Okay..” He closes his eyes and moves his head to show you his neck. 

You sink your teeth into his skin, immediately causing him to come. You lick up his blood and thrust harder. “You won't have to worry about anything from now on, sweetheart.” You come inside of him.

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Draco wakes up in an unfamiliar room with aches all over his body. He remembers going into heat during class…then going into your office…

Draco brings his hand to his mouth in shock. Tears run down his cheeks as he slowly begins to remember everything. He was waiting to fall in love and now he's stuck with you.

“You're finally up.” You walk into the room, holding a hot cup of tea. “I made you lemon ginger, it’ll make you feel a bit better. Oh, I also gave you some medicine for your heat. You should be okay now, at least mentally.”

He looks at you scornfully. His eyes are watery and puffy. He doesn't understand how much that's turning you on. He takes the tea despite his anger.

“You’re angry, aren't you?” You ask, sitting down at the edge of the bed. “Why didn't you take your suppressants?”

“I– I did take them!” He shouts. “I don't know what happened!”

“Shh, it's okay, sweetheart.” You rub his thigh. “Sometimes, suppressants stop working. It's rare but you’ll have to change to a different medication.”

“Don't…please don't touch me.” He's shaking very badly.

“We’re bonded now, Draco. You remember, right?”

He sniffles. “Why…”

“You know why. You let that happen to yourself. I’m sure you were conscious enough to know why you shouldn't have done that.”

“I trusted you..”

“That was a mistake. You shouldn't trust an alpha to take care of an omega in heat. In any other circumstance, I wouldn't have done anything to you, but you willingly came into my office and filled it with your scent.” You take the tea from him and place it onto the nightstand, he's shaking so much you're worried he’ll spill it and burn himself. “You know alphas have a hard time resisting.”

Draco begins to cry again. He’s whimpering and trying hard not to choke on his own tears.

“It's okay. I’ll take care of you from now on. Anything you want, I’ll do it.” You caress his cheek, pushing his hair away from his face. He begins to sob vocally, letting out visceral cries of pain. “It’ll be okay, Draco.”

You let him cry for a while and urge him to drink some tea in between. He eventually calms down.

“What will I tell my mother?” He sighs, refusing to look at you.

“Don't worry about her. I’ll make sure she won't say anything, even if you move in.”

“Wh- move in?”

“If you want to. Since you're in the university now, it won't be an issue to move out and commute from here.”

“The school wouldn't allow me to live with you.”

“You're an adult, Draco. As long as we spin the story around a bit, they’ll even insist that we live together.” You smile. “We could say you came onto me and forced me to mark you. It’s not too far from the truth.”

He frowns. He doesn't know how to feel. He finally looks at you. His cheeks redden when he notices your boner. “You- have you been hard this entire time?!”

You chuckle. “Maybe. You're just so cute when you cry.”

He looks down at his hands. “...I don’t remember what it felt like..”

“You don't?”

“It just…I know that it hurt but…”

“Do you want me to show you?”

He nods softly. “I have to be with you from now on…” He's still a little affected by his heat.

“Alright.”

Draco looks up at you timidly, his ears folded down. He’s only wearing boxers now. Your tail is swishing from side to side.

“I’ve always liked you, you know?” You happily run your hands down his body. “You're just so pretty. When I saw you walk into my class…I couldn't stop thinking about you.”

Is that why you were so kind to him?

“You always kept to yourself…it made me want to take care of you. So when I smelled your scent…I was overwhelmed.” You bring one of your hands down to his underwear. “I should've tried harder to resist but you made it so difficult.”

He whimpers at the feeling of your fingers sliding up his clothed cunt. “So….you really…hnh-”

“I love you, Draco.” 

He blushes. Even though he didn't choose you, you're the kind of person he was looking for. Someone who would love and take care of him. You smile as you notice the change in his demeanor. He's opening up to you.

“When you graduate, you won't have to worry about getting a job. You can just stay home and do whatever you like.” You remove his underwear. “You won't have to worry about anything.”

“Do…do I have to graduate?” He asks, looking at you solemnly. He's sick of Hogwarts. Even after everything that's happened, he doesn't have a single friend. Nobody trusts him or even tries to pretend they like him. Not even Harry and his friends really talk to him, they're too busy. If he doesn't have to get a job, why even bother going to that miserable place? Hogwarts used to feel more like home but after losing his friends and becoming isolated, it feels like a prison.

“Well..” You smile. “That’d make things easier.” You remove your shirt.

“I can stay here..” He feels dizzy from your scent. He triggered your alpha instincts and now you can't stop yourself from drowning him in your pheromones. “...Give you an heir..” He says almost mindlessly. You're from a long line of well respected wizards so he figures you’ll want someone to carry on that legacy.

“Draco.” Your cock is straining in your pants. “You can't say things like that to an alpha so casually.”

His tail curls. “‘M sorry..” He looks at you cutely. He's intimidated and turned on at the same time.

“It's okay, sweetheart.” You gently slide two fingers inside him. “You just have to take responsibility.”

Draco gulps, shivering with pleasure thanks to the size and roughness of your fingers. He's never been able to get off just by using his fingers but he probably could with yours.

“You're the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid my eyes on, Draco.” You look at him lovingly as you skillfully play with his pussy. “I wish our relationship started differently.”

He feels less hesitant hearing you say that. He truly believes it's his fault. “It's…it’s okay.” He looks at you with a slight smile.

“Maybe we could've had a slow burn. Where I’d help you out after class and you’d lean in a little too close…You’d blush and act like nothing happened..”

Draco starts to fantasize along with you.

“Then, some day, we'd finally go for it. My hand on your thigh, your soft lips on mine…I’d take it real slow for you.” You swarm him with loving kisses. “I’d give your pretty little tits lots of love.” You aim your kisses onto his chest. He whimpers. 

“Then I’d finger you, just like this.” You start aiming for his weak points, causing adorable moans and squirms. He shudders with pleasure and grabs your arms for stability. He's gonna come.

Draco calls out your name, toes curling as he squirts. You bring your fingers to your mouth and lick them before moving your head in between his cunt and doing the same thing. He shudders with pleasure.

You pull away. “Are you ready?”

He nods softly. His eyes trail over to your crotch, watching intently as you pull your pants down. Just seeing your hard cock through your underwear is throwing him for a loop. He has to admit, he really likes it. Draco’s mouth hangs open when he finally sees your cock in his more sober state of mind. He knows alpha’s are beyond average but this is…

“I’ll be more gentle this time.” You say, rubbing your dick along his pussy and coating it with his wetness before slowly inching it inside him. It feels agonizingly slow for you but it feels great for Draco, which is all that matters. You interlock your hand with his. His face scrunches up cutely

“Don't– don't stop–” He moans. You're stretching him out well.  

“How do you feel, baby?”

“Good– I feel good, sir~” He throws his head back and instinctively reaches for his t-cock, sliding back the hood and stroking himself gently as a dick shaped bump appears on his stomach. He looks great when he's getting fucked but there's something special about seeing him touch himself. It's hot.

You bottom out and pause. “Keep touching yourself like that for me, okay?” You gently knead his thighs.

Draco lets out a high pitched “Mhm~” as he raises his hips. He didn't think it'd ever feel this good to be so full. His eyelashes flutter beautifully as he comes again.

“Good boy.” You praise him.

He pulls his hand away and lays down, trying to catch his breath. “I…I wanna keep- keep going..”

“Are you sure?”

He nods. He's never been as sure as he is now. He's glad you didn't hold back in your office. If you didn't, he'd have no idea how amazing it feels to have you inside him, stretching him out like a new pair of boots. “I wanna feel it move..” He places his hand on his stomach. He has no clue how seductive he's being right now.

You start making short thrusts, getting him used to the feeling. “Feels okay?”

Draco nods. “‘s good-” He twitches. “You're so…so big…professor…I’m so full…”

“You like being full, baby?”

“Mhm~ I love it~” He bites his lip. There's no better tranquilizer than the combination of an alpha’s cock and pheromones. “Faster…”

You lift his legs up and roughly pound into him. “Like this?”

“Ye- yes–!” Draco moans. It looks like his heat is coming back in full swing. The medicine you gave him was pretty useless. “Ba- baby– I wanna have—” He gasps, having another orgasm.

“Don't worry, I’ll make sure to breed you properly tonight.”

His lips stretch into a wide grin. His moans get louder the longer you fuck him. His hair is a mess and his face is so, so red. You hope he remembers this time, although you're not opposed to showing him again. You cup his cheek and he leans in. His eyelids are just barely open. You’ve never felt so possessive of something or someone in your life. “Mine.” You lean into his neck and suck on the spot where you marked him. 

Draco shivers. He feels hot and dizzy. All he can think is: “knot me” “breed me” “so big” “so good” 

Your movements suddenly stutter as you feel your orgasm drawing closer. You thrust one last time before pumping him full of your seed. Draco comes again. You’re still hard.

You pull away from his neck and move him into a mating press. “One more, then I’ll knot you.” You promise, thrusting more roughly and sloppily than before. Draco wraps his arms around your back as his tail brushes against you. His head is pounding, the words “knot me” are on loop in his mind. He digs his nails into your skin.

“So deep~” He shudders, making his own markings on your back.

You're finally starting to really get affected by his pheromones. It was already pretty bad before but now, you don't feel like you're in control anymore. “‘M gonna knot you, Draco, breed you til you can't walk…fill you up with my seed..” You kiss him roughly, lightly biting on his bottom lip. Usually, it's not hard for you to go multiple rounds but there's something about Draco’s scent that’s making you more sensitive. Maybe it's because you're a pair.

“I’m coming, sweetheart-” You groan as Draco’s warm walls drag another orgasm out of you, a knot forms to keep it all inside. 

Draco smiles drunkenly, grinding his hips. “I love you..”

“I love you too.”

[hysteria-things]

Reverse countertop scenario where instead of you getting eaten out while seated on the countertop, Matt gets sucked off 🫣

TEMPTATION (part one)

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dilf!matt x babysitter!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: one heated moment crosses between you and forbidden desire.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, slight size kink if you squint, oral (male receiving), subtle face slapping (he taps her on the cheek once), praising

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,766

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: first dilf!matt fic of the collection :D

you’ve met matt through one of your mom’s work friends, who was talking about how her son needed a babysitter because of how busy his work has gotten. against your will, your mother gave you the job, saying that it’ll be a fun and new experience.

because you like kids, you genuinely didn’t mind. you’ve only been nannying for a few weeks now, and the routine isn’t that bad.

you drive to his house every weekday, arriving at seven on the dot. you wake up his five-year-old daughter (who is already fond of you) and make her breakfast along with getting her ready to drop her off at school.

she’s a cutie who looks a lot like her father—with his blue eyes and brunette hair—but she has a bubblier personality and is much more talkative. on the other hand, matt keeps to himself, and rarely says more than three sentences to you: “good morning.” “don’t forget to pack her lunch.” “see you later.”

on this particular day, a couple of hours after dropping his little girl off, you realized you had forgotten something at matt’s house. cursing to yourself when you notice, you drive back to sleuth your way into grabbing what you left and leaving.

however, when you walk through the door, a familiar figure is kneeling in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattoos and grunting as he’s fixing something under the sink.

you pause, genuinely surprised. he always leaves for work when you arrive at his place at your scheduled time. today, he hid from you upstairs the whole morning that you didn’t even acknowledge he was home. you stare at the gruff thirty-year-old for a few beats, not knowing if you should make yourself known or just sneakily retrieve your item and head back out.

so, instead, you swallow a lump in your throat, and start walking slowly to the living room hoping he doesn’t notice you. with the short weeks that you’ve been working for him, you’ve always felt intimidated by his presence. matt doesn't immediately catch on, but as he listens to footsteps getting closer to him, he perks up. he turns around, just in time to see you starting to walk toward the living room.

he raises a brow, his arms now crossed. “i thought you left already.”

jolting from his voice, you turn around to see him still in the kitchen by the island, but he’s gotten closer to you. “i-i forgot my wallet.” you stutter, scratching the back of your neck. “i’m sorry. i’ll get out of your hair when i grab it, i just didn’t know you stayed home today.”

he eyes you, looking up and down in silence for a second. he lets out a groan, not exactly happy that you're back here, but he's not angry. just… annoyed. “when did you realize you forgot your wallet?”

your face burns up when he looks at you like that, his eyes mesmerizing but also frightening at the same time. your anxiety rushes through your veins, fingers playing with the necklace around your neck to try and calm your nerves.

he’s just so intimidating.

“after i dropped evelyn off at school, but i didn’t have time to grab it until now.” you start, trying to not sound shaky. “she had a rough morning getting ready today, so i was scattering my stuff everywhere trying to help her get back on her little feet. i’m sorry again. i’ll leave the moment i grab it.”

matt lets out a frustrated sigh when he hears about his daughter having a morning like that. “i thought i heard the commotion from upstairs…” he trails off. he takes a moment to breathe and to think, looking you up and down again, trying to figure out why you're shaking. “you're nervous.”

“it was a weird morning.” you still fiddle with your necklace. “other than her tantrum, she was good.”

a huff escapes from his nose, still looking at your figure as he thinks. you’re so damn small compared to him. it's almost adorable in a way he won't admit to himself. “she had a tantrum this morning? why? what started it?”

looking around the room, you shrug. “it was typical friday stuff.” you say, still nervous that you’re talking to matt rather than hearing three sentences from him. “she didn’t want to get out of bed, then she didn’t like the clothes i picked, whined about how she didn’t want to go to school, then she started crying when i carried her backpack to the car when she wanted to carry it.” you think back to this morning before continuing. “we were also running late and that makes my brain a mess, hence why i forgot my wallet, but after a small pep talk when i strapped her into her car seat, she got better.”

the man nods as you explain the events from earlier. you were pretty, in his opinion—he was looking at you from head to toe. a thought seems to hit him, and he bites the inside of his cheek. his next sentence comes out in a much more gruff tone. “come here.”

your eyes grow wide as you blink at him, your heart rate picking up from nerves. “w-what?” you stammer.

letting out a soft sigh, he repeats himself. “you heard me. come. here.”

when you slowly start to walk over to him, you rub the sweat from your palms onto your jeans. you don’t get too close, but you’re not too far, either. he watches as you walk over, his eyes not leaving your body. the thought that he could easily pick you up with one arm in an instant makes him laugh internally. you stop about a foot or so in front of him, standing there with wide eyes. “closer.”

you put your shaky hands behind your back, shuffling even closer to him with a million thoughts running through your brain. did you do something wrong with evelyn? did you forget something important that you needed to bring to school for her? are you going to be fired for forgetting your stupid wallet?

matt’s eyes dart all over your face as you step closer, his jaw clenching for a moment as his eyes linger on yours, then your hair, your nose, your mouth, then your body again. you are so small. it’s very clear with the way you’re shaking and the anxiety clear on your face that you are nervous. “closer.” he says again, his eyes flicking to your necklace for a moment.

smirk tugs at his lips as you step closer, his eyes locked onto you. you’re now standing directly in front of him as he leans on the counter, his height is much more intimidating up close, but you can’t make yourself pull away. it’s like he has a magnetic pull, causing you to stare at him with awe.

he watches your every move and the way you tremble. “you’re shaking.”

“i-i just want to grab my wallet. if i interrupted something important, i’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

the chuckle in his throat is ticklish as you struggle to get any words out. “take a deep breath. calm down.”

surprised by what he said, you somehow listen and take a couple of deep breaths. well, he is the father to a toddler, after all. you’re sure he deals with a lot of temper tantrums that involve guidance in breathing. after a few inhales and exhales, you calm down just a smidge. “i’m sorry.”

matt watches as you finally start calming down, a slight sense of satisfaction washing over him as you do. he’s not exactly sure why, but he liked watching your shaky body slowly come together again. “you don’t need to keep apologizing, y/n.”

“sorry.” you reply, mentally punching yourself in the face when you say the word. “it’s a habit.”

although, your name rolling off of his tongue has between your legs tingle, but you try to blink away the dirty thoughts and ignore it.

he scoffs. you are so damn polite; it’s almost cute. “stop apologizing.” he orders, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, his brows furrowing as his thumb grazes your lip. “how old did you say you are again?”

your breath hitches when he touches you, but instead of backing away, you stay put. your lashes bat in his direction as he continues to rub on your bottom lip. “twenty-one.” you exhale, as if you were holding your breath this entire time.

“you’re such a pretty young thing.” he whispers, hand moving down to your throat as he gently kneads at the flesh. “you must be so innocent still.”

grunting when he squeezes at your neck, you subconsciously glance down at his groin, where you can see his growing hard-on. your eyes widen, chest heaving and licking your lips. the pooling in the middle of your thighs only escalates, clenching them together.

this is your boss, y/n. stop.

“do you trust me?” he blurts out, a smirk growing wider once he notices you staring. he has you right where he wants you: at his mercy.

“yes.” and that’s true.

he grabs your hips and pulls you closer, leaning into where your noses are touching. “lift your leg.”

complying, his hand reaches under your thigh when you raise your leg to rest on his hips. you gasp, feeling his bulge rub against your clothed clit. he grinds against you swiftly. “you feel that? that’s what you do to me; every single time i see you.”

“fuck.” you exhale, subconsciously rutting your hips more into him to feel more friction.

“dirty girl.” he whispers, one of his hands reaching up to squeeze your breast while the other that’s resting on your thigh moves to the waistband of your pants. “do you want me to touch you here?”

you throw your head back, nipples peeking at his touch. “please.”

matt groans, leaning down to nip at that spot below your ear. a high-pitched whine leaves your lips, his fingers slipping under your panties. the pad of his pointer rubs at your bud, and you moan softly. he keeps leaving wet kisses on your jaw, toying at your clit. “so fucking wet.”

you keep moaning, clenching around nothing when he plays with you faster. this plus the rubbing of his dick against you makes you want more, but you fight it off. he removes his hand after a few seconds, leaving you aching before bringing his fingers to his lips. he laps at your juices, humming approvingly.

then, his eyes darken, voice extra demanding. “get on your knees.”

while you’re getting on your knees, the pumping of your heart is the only thing you seem to hear, matt starting to unbuckle the belt of his jeans. as you patiently wait, he unloosens it and his pants drop to his ankles along with his boxers. your mouth waters at what’s in front of you, being put under matt’s make-believe spell. he’s big—really big—and you can’t help but stare at it longingly.

tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he smiles a genuine smile. “open your mouth; good girl.” he cups both of your cheeks, sliding his cock agonizingly slow between your lips. he lets out a long groan the more his inches fill your mouth until you gag once his tip nudges at the back of your throat.

“awe.” he coos, wiping some drool at the sides of your lips with his thumb. “that’s not even all of it.”

you bob your head, moaning around his length at how good he feels in your mouth. slurps and gags continue when you go faster.

he grunts and hisses at your sudden change of speed. “ah, slow, slow.” he fists your hair and taps you on the cheek, causing you to wince and stop. “i said slow.”

matt hasn’t had his dick sucked since his ex, which had to have been over a year ago. hell, he hasn’t had sex since her. he was getting sick of his hand doing the pleasure for him, but the warmth of your mouth is a reminder that you’re here.

your eyes tear up when he lets go of your hair, the stinging there for a few seconds before you move again, this time at the slow pace he requested. he nudges your head up, forcing you to look at him through your lashes as you resume to suck him off.

“that’s it.” he exhales with a moan, back pinned against the countertop. “good girl, listening to everything i say.”

he licks his teeth as he stares down at you, your doe eyes going into his soul as you’re stuffed full with his cock. if only he had his phone nearby, he would take a picture of this.

it’s quiet, except for his groaning and the wet sounds. his mouth is agape, his dick disappearing in and out of those plump lips. deep down, he thinks he’s using you to get off, but little does he know, you wanted this as much as he did. it’s like he wants this image engraved into his mind forever.

without even realizing it, you start to bob your head faster again, gulping more of his cock in the process.

“mmph, fuck, wait.” he pants, voice getting higher when his dick twitches. “s-slow down. slow, slow—” he lets out a long groan, grabbing the back of your head to move it down to his pelvis. you gag for the last time, his cum shooting down your throat all at once. you relax your jaw, making his seed easier to swallow. “so fucking good. such a good girl.” he pants again.

when he pushes you off, you cough as you try to catch your breath from being able to breathe again. matt’s still looking at you, but this time with his original stone-cold demeanor. his eyes flick over to the stove clock. “it’s 2:45 now. you should probably start getting ready to grab evelyn soon.”

with that, he pulls up his undergarments, zips them, and walks away.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ❦ ⋆⁺₊⋆

matt’s seen walking towards the front door through the window of the white picket-fenced home when you park the car, and you take a shaky exhale. seeing him after what happened makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand, but you don’t know if it’s in a good or bad way.

because, well, you enjoyed what you two did. a lot.

after another short breath, you get out of the driver's seat to open the back door. avoiding matt forever is impossible, so you’ll just have to toughen up and deal with it.

evelyn’s kicking excitedly, the top straps unbuckled already when you reach to undo the bottom half of her car seat. just as she hops down onto the driveway, the front door opens as if on queue.

of course, she leaves her backpack and the little mermaid water bottle behind as she bolts to her father. “daddy! daddy!” you hear her squeal excitedly, closing and locking the car doors once you grab her school stuff.

matt scoops up evelyn with ease and kisses her on the head. he smiles down at his daughter, asking her a whole bunch of questions about the school day. he nods and pipes in here and there to keep the conversation flowing as his little girl rambles on. you notice how matt gets when he sees evelyn, and his demeanor completely changes. he’s happy and engaged, eyes showing the love he has for her. it’s so fucking adorable.

“what do you want for dinner, missy?” matt asks, adjusting her in his arms when she starts to slip.

you silently watch the interaction, not wanting to ruin their moment as evelyn brings her finger up to her chin to think. it takes her a few seconds, but she says something along the lines of ‘the dinner of champions.’

“dino nuggets and mac and cheese?” he questions with a quirked brow. “but you had that last night.”

evelyn puts her hands together and pouts, giving him the best puppy dog eyes she can muster. unfortunately for her father, that trick will always work on him.

he sighs, setting her down. “i suppose so…”

“can y/n stay for dinner?” evelyn tugs at matt’s pants as she pleads. “pretty please?”

you hesitate with your answer, because you don’t know what’s in store if you stay longer than usual. “oh, i don’t—”

“you should.” matt quirks a brow, turning to face you. “it will be fun, yeah?”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[mormshaw]

I HAVE to address this MHA leak. This is getting out of hand. I think you guys may actually like this chapter if you pause and take a deep breath.

First, I rarely post about this kind of thing as I hate getting caught up in fandom drama- very few things take the enjoyment out of something quicker than people being pissy to each other (and to creators) because something didn’t go how you imagine.

BUT.

I need to say a few words in the defence of this new chapter, and I think there are a lot of really positive things going on that can be chalked up to character GROWTH and not character ASSASSINATION as everyone has been yelling about. Things that actually really tie up three really great characters in healthy ways, and in ways that also highlight the themes of moving forward and reaching out hands that the author has been pushing. I’m not going to address Ochaco’s growth here, which is also good, but I need to discuss the Baku-Deku stuff.

I’d like to preface all of the following with one important thing: when I read and watched MHA I never once incorporated SHIPPING into my enjoyment of these characters. It wasn’t the part of the text I was interested in. Did I think there were some cute moments between Izuku and Ochaco? Yep. But that’s about as far as it went for me. I also fully expected from day one that they would end up together because that’s how these kinds of stories in this genre go. I will also say that the character dynamics and growth between Izuku and Bakugo was something that is generally well done and a key aspect of why both those characters are so enjoyable for me-one of my favourite parts.

So, when I read these leaks, I actually found a bunch that I think tied up these characters really well.

I’m going to start with the big elephant-in-the-room one that everyone has been freaking out over. The: “Izuku would never turn down an offer to work in an agency with Bakugo that’s just so not him and he’s awful and I’ll never forgive him” thing that I just can’t…understand why people are angry about. This is a GOOD thing.

One of the things I actually sort of critical about in the INITIAL ending was that Izuku seemed like he still wasn’t putting himself first. One of the things that especially Bakugo KNEW to be the case about Izuku was he “never thinks of himself” and how self-destructive that was. We saw it time and time again- he was always sacrificing things for other people: his health, his time, even his QUIRK were sacrificed for OTHERS. He never put his own self-interest FIRST. He grew in strength, he grew and matured as a HERO, but part of saving people means also knowing how to save yourself.

The initial epilogue had this air of ‘he’s sacrificed something and he’s incomplete due to that’. Others (Bakugo and class 1-A) stepped up to help him fill that hole with the suit, and that thematically worked, but there was still a gap there for Izuku’s growth. I think this chapter completes his arc in the best possible way. Izuku did something purely for himself. He LEARNED that last lesson he needed to learn. AND he did it by ALSO helping Bakugo learn a lesson too.

Bakugo offers, in sort of a round about way, for Izuku to join his agency as a sidekick. He’s turned down other sidekicks because they thought he was amazing and wanted to be in his shadow. He wanted a sidekick that would say they would ‘surpass’ him. For Bakugo that has always been what he admired (and sometimes resented) about Izuku- Izuku wasn’t afraid to say that he would push himself to be better than Bakugo, and in doing so they both made themselves stronger.

But I’d argue that this rivalry was an endless cycle for both of these characters- not an opportunity for them to change how they saw each other. Izuku would surpass Bakugo and Bakugo would work to surpass Izuku on and on for eternity. Bakugo even mentions this in the hospital- that he hoped they would get to compete with each other “for the rest of their lives”. BUT that would also mean they would NEVER be more than rivals to each other.

When Izuku turns down Bakugo’s offer to be his sidekick, Izuku ISN’T saying “no, I don’t value you or what you did for me with the suit”. He’s saying, “I know what you did for me and I’m thankful for you, but I have to make my own choices separate from you.” Izuku is NOT Bakugo’s sidekick, or vice versa. They are adults that should have their own separate goals and lives. And, in a way, he’s also telling Bakugo, “you are your OWN person. You don’t need ME to be stronger. Keep pushing yourself forward on your OWN terms.”

And that’s the thing about Bakugo- from day one his growth has been DEFINED by Izuku. He’s pushed himself forward almost entirely because of how he sees Izuku, as a rival and, in some cases, as someone who he has to constantly try to live up to. That isn’t particularly HEALTHY. Bakugo sacrificed his LIFE to “catch up to Izuku.” Like, great acknowledgement of Izuku’s ability and moving on from being a bully, but not a physically healthy thing to do. There were a couple things about the initial epilogue that made me a little edgy because while Bakugo grieved the loss of OFA almost more than Izuku did (which was growth, and interesting growth), then worked tirelessly to get Izuku the suit, he did it because he wanted Izuku to keep being his RIVAL.

When Izuku turned down the offer to be his sidekick, but in the same scene also says he can’t wait to work as a hero again with his friends and see Bakugo MORE OFTEN as a guest lecturer in his Hero classes (which like, I don’t see why people are pissed about since that’s literally one of the biggest fanfic ideas people have been writing about since chapter 430 dropped), it actually shows how much more GROWN UP these two ARE. Izuku is acknowledging Bakugo as not only an EQUAL (not someone to chase after), but also a FRIEND. Someone he looks forward to seeing and working with. In fact, Bakugo saying “see you” isn’t a goodbye. It’s a PROMISE.

The panels of Izuku walking away are actual true character growth for BOTH of them. Izuku putting himself and his choices first, and Bakugo, for the first actual time in the ENTIRE SERIES feels like he doesn’t have to chase after Izuku. He can let themselves walk their own paths!

And, because the writing is actually better than you guys are giving it credit for, this choice actually does give them opportunity to still compete because Izuku will be on the chart now as an independent agent (because remember he’s not rejecting the suit and hero work, he’s incorporating hero work into a teaching career he’s ALSO grown to love and is good at). So now, as Izuku starts climbing the charts on his own (which he will because it’s Izuku we’re talking about), they can still push each other forward ANYWAY so like…that’s a GOOD thing. It’s like having your cake and eating it too, for BOTH of them.

Take off the shipper hats for a moment. And really LOOK at this scene. Is it kind of sad they won’t work together every day? Maybe. Does it mean they are growing apart and will never see each other? NO. They are closer than ever because now they are EQUALS and FRIENDS- neither is ahead of the other.

[silentscrying]

🎸 out of my mind ! 💿 track three: something about a beat

guitarist!ino x drummer!reader

summary: it's the annual battle of the bands at the fix, your college campus's iconic live music bar, and this year you're taking the stage as the drummer for indie rock group cursed technique. you know the competition is strong, but no part of you is ready for lead singer and guitarist takuma ino. you lock eyes at the edge of the stage, and something starts—something that might make you feel alive even more than the beat of the drums.

warnings: language, hopeless stupid pining, alcohol, mentions of deceased parent, maki is Fed Up, anxiety, unbearably cute dogs. || sfw. 9k words.

“OKAY, IT’S UP,” Nobara says, grinning at you over her laptop. You’re sprawled across the living room at Takuma’s place, surrounded by a random combination of your band and his while others are in classes. After spending last night mixing the single, Takuma helped Nobara set up an artist profile for the band, and now your music is available on streaming services. Just like that.

“That’s so weird,” you say, grinning as you pull up Spotify on your phone. Next Fix by Cursed Technique. Strange to see your face on there, a photo taken of all of you by some freshman when you last performed at The Fix. Nobara sends the link in your group chat, and Toge responds within seconds.

freak no. 1: FAME freak no. 1: FORTUNE freak no. 1: wait it’s not opening freak no. 1: nvm i’m just stupid

“Does he ever pay attention in class?” Nobara mutters. Maki snorts.

Yuta is also in class, but that means he’s locked in, all his devices on Do Not Disturb. You don’t think Toge’s turned DND on a single time in his life.

“I’m going to Kinji’s!” Kirara shouts from the front entryway, and Yuji leaps to his feet and disappears down the hall, barreling back out of his room seconds later.

“Wait! Can you give this to Panda while you’re there?” He hands her a drive, and Kirara rolls her eyes and takes it.

“You need to slow down every once in a while,” she says, ruffling Yuji’s hair. “Okay, bye. I’ll be back in a few hours.” The dogs follow her to the door and return the living room when she’s gone, curling up on either side of Megumi, who’s busy writing some paper in the corner.

“What was that?” Nobara asks.

“Demo drive for the radio station,” Takuma says. “Panda plays our stuff sometimes. I bet he’d play yours, too.”

“That’d be sick,” Nobara says approvingly. She turns to bother Megumi, poking at him until he takes his headphones off and talks to her, and Yuji strolls into the room and flops down directly on the floor.

“Comfy?” you ask, poking him with a socked foot.

“Mm. Yeah.”

“Ah, look what you did, Kugisaki,” Megumi says, and you look up to see Shiro trotting toward you with her tail wagging, having abandoned her post at her owner’s side.

“That was not my fault! You’re the one who moved.”

“Because you kept poking me!”

You immediately slide off the couch onto the floor, letting Shiro sit in your lap. “Um, excuse me,” Takuma says, offended. You crane your neck to look up at him behind you on the couch. His face is lit up by his computer as he works on a string of code he tried (and failed) to explain to you, and there’s laughter in his eyes despite the affronted tone of his voice.

“Favorite,” you inform him with a wide, cheeky smile. He very maturely sticks his tongue out at you.

“Toge message,” Nobara informs you all, reading off her phone. “He says omg we have four listeners do you think they’re writing slutty fanfiction about us already.” She glances at you. “Petition to remove him from the chat—oh, look, he started sending the wolf memes again.”

Hanging out like this has become natural so quickly you almost forget you haven’t been friends with Shibuya Incident for ages. You feel almost as much at home in the tapestry-covered living room here as you do in the plant-filled kitchen of your own house down the street.

Maki checks her watch, sighing. “We should get going soon. The guys will be back in half an hour.” Then you have rehearsal, even though you’re not one of the three bands performing tomorrow night. When you do take the stage next week, you want to be ready.

Nobara is trying to read Megumi’s texts over his shoulder, which isn’t working out well for her, and he tells Maki, “Yes, please, take your invasive little gremlin home.” He puts his hand right on Nobara’s face and pushes her away, and she screeches and tries to tackle him, but he’s already sitting in a beanbag chair in the corner, so it doesn’t really do much except make Kuro jump on top of them both.

You glance up at Takuma again, still stroking Shiro’s fur while the others start to stand, ready to head home. “You rehearsing today too?”

“I’d hope so,” he shrugs.

“Yes, dipshit, in two hours. If you ever read the group chat,” Megumi says.

Takuma doesn’t seem fazed by Megumi’s irritation and just shrugs. “We have a new song for tomorrow.”

“You didn’t tell me!” You poke at his knee in retribution for his secrecy. “I wanna hear it!”

“You will,” he says. “Tomorrow.”

“Skipper, help, I don’t wanna walk our gremlin home by myself,” Maki calls from the door, and you reluctantly pat Shiro on the head and stand. She follows you to the entryway and sniffs at you while you cram your feet into your sneakers.

“Maki Zenin.” Nobara turns up her nose and crosses her arms over her chest. “If you hated me so much, why didn’t you just say so?”

“Bye!” Yuji shouts from the living room, and you all call out varying goodbyes and noncommittal sounds before making your way out the door and down the block, the afternoon air chilly against your cheeks.

Nobara waits all of ten seconds before spinning around and walking backward, grinning at you mischievously. “I bet Ino wrote a song about you.”

“Oh my god. Shut up,” you laugh. “He didn’t.” You can’t imagine you’ve given him all that much to work with. What would he write, that you like coffee and drums and Megumi’s dogs?

“Why else wouldn’t he show you? Don’t you guys text each other song lyrics like the little romantic fucks you are?” Your face is flaming, and you’re suddenly very grateful for the cool of the wind against your skin. The idea of him writing a song about you plants something weird in your gut—not something bad, just something unexpected and warm and blooming.

You try not to show it and your friends see right through you, Nobara turning back to skip up the drive with a satisfied grin and Maki rolling her eyes at the both of you.

“I’m gonna write a song, too,” Nobara declares, unlocking the door and pushing her way inside. “Skipper and Ino, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S—”

This time, you and Maki speak in tandem. “Shut up!”

—

“There’s a joke here,” Gojo says, tapping both of his index fingers together while he thinks. “About being a drummer and a journalist. Something about a beat.”

You laugh, jotting another note on the lined paper of your small spiral notebook. “I hate to tell you, but I’ve heard that one before.”

You’re not sure features qualifies as a specific beat, more of a broad category, but your staff isn’t nearly large enough to assign people to smaller specialties. Plus, it’s a college publication, designed for experimentation and growth. Nobody wants to be boxed in yet. That’ll come later, out in the monotony of the real world, and you’ll be confined to some hyperspecific beat like neighborhood crime or high school basketball.

“No!” Gojo cries, dragging his hands down his face like it’s the end of the world. “I can’t believe somebody plagiarized me before I even said it.”

“That’s not how that works,” Utahime cuts in dryly, sliding three shots across the counter to the waiting group of sophomores and then effortlessly throwing together another cocktail.

Gojo leans toward you, shadowing out your notes, and stage-whispers, “You see what I have to put up with?”

You do, actually, see what Utahime has to put up with. She long ago put down a line of blue painter’s tape to divide her side of the bar from Gojo’s, and she preaches frequently that there will be dire consequences if he crosses it.

Of course, he crosses it at every opportunity, and here he is, still.

It’s also just how the two bartenders split up the work, the customers, and you write that down too, that it’s an effective division of labor. “Don’t read my notes,” you tell Gojo as he squints at your writing upside down. “It’ll wreck the journalistic integrity.” He sticks out his bottom lip in a pout that reminds you violently of Toge, who’s taking photos of Utahime as she works.

You glance over to the stage, where Angel is performing the last number of her set, a bouncy, belty song that you recognize from a video she posted earlier this week. The crowd loves it, dancing around and singing along, but still, you think she’ll have a tougher time making it through as the only solo artist remaining in the competition.

You whoop and cheer as she hits her last note, holding it for an ungodly amount of time, and Gojo eventually has to abandon his teasing to do his job. When Toge thinks he’s got enough photos, the two of you slip back into the crowd, Panda commentating on the change of artist as you catch up to your friends.

“And now, here’s your alt rock duo, your boys, the Kamos,” he says as you come to a stop beside Yuta. “Give it up!”

Nobara very loudly gives it up.

“Hi.” Yuta nudges you. “How’s the reporting going?”

“Good.” Noritoshi and Choso settle in on stage, tuning their guitar and bass and making girls swoon in the front row but somehow remaining entirely oblivious to it. “You’re not going home tomorrow, right?”

Yuta shakes his head. This weekend is fall break, which just means that there were no classes today. You spent the first day of your three-day weekend cramming for midterms.

Toge’s heading out after this and Nobara will leave early in the morning, but Maki and Yuta will be here for the weekend. You wonder about Takuma and his band, but you can’t ask right now—they’re all backstage, waiting to go on after the Kamos.

The boys in question, when they’re not doing covers, have incredibly nonsensical song names that have little to nothing to do with their lyrics. The first track of theirs you ever heard was called Song About the Time My Dog Got Lost for Three Hours.

“Okay,” Choso says after their cover of a song by The Smiths. “This one’s called Please Don’t Tell Your Mom I Was At Your House Past Curfew.”

He and Noritoshi then proceed to play the most upbeat, energizing alt rock shit you’ve ever heard. You love these guys, and the crowd does too, the way they don’t take themselves too seriously but they’re genuinely talented. But it’s making you nervous for Takuma and his band, because only one group goes on tonight. Only one.

No, you think, shrugging it off. They got this.

When Shibuya Incident finally walks on stage, the ensuing roar of applause before they even do anything eases whatever worries you might have had. They were slotted at the end of tonight’s set for a reason. Everyone loves them.

Without prelude, they launch into a song you recognize from their EP, a fast-paced track with a pretty simple chord progression that gets entirely flipped on its head in the bridge. You let Yuta spin you around as you dance with the rest of the crowd, the lights and sound washing over you. Yuji’s in his element, Kirara is fucking killing it, and Megumi—as always—is the rock the band stands on, unerring tempo and steady presence keeping everyone on track.

After the song finishes with a crazy riff from Kirara, and the crowd takes a minute to freak out and then slowly wind down, Takuma grabs the mic to address the audience.

“Hi again,” he says, scanning the clusters of people from his place on the low stage. His gaze lands on you and your friends, and he smiles a little wider. “That was Godspeed. We’re gonna slow it down a bit for our next song. It’s a new one. We’re calling it Curious.”

Nobara practically launches herself over Toge to get to you and shake you by the shoulders. “What did I say?” she hisses.

“Oh my god,” you say, shoving her off. “They haven’t even started yet.” But you look back at Takuma to find he hasn’t stopped looking at you.

To your surprise, the instrumentals don’t start first. Most of Shibuya Incident’s music opens with a riff or a fill or at least four bars of introduction. But this time, Takuma leans into the mic and starts singing, just a low “ooooh,” and the rest of the band comes in one by one—Megumi, then Kirara, then Yuji. Kirara’s harmonizing on a higher note, and the effect is a slow, dissonant build that makes you lock in, all anticipation.

Then Takuma tugs the mic from the stand and sings,“I see your eyes, curious, curious, you wanna know why the sky’s so goddamn blue. I hear your voice, curious, curious, you’re asking me if I’d ever fall for you.”

And as you listen, Nobara’s smile just gets wider and wider, and Takuma keeps making fleeting eye contact with you, and you realize abruptly that she was right.

This song is about you.

Takuma’s said it to you before, in passing, how he likes the way you look at the world—through a journalist’s lens, curious about how everything works, always searching for unseen answers.

“Wish I could see my life like you do,” he and Kirara sing in unison. “Wish I could walk the streets each night… wonderin’ if the full moon sees you, but I just keep lookin’, lookin’ down at the time.”

You’re transfixed, just like the first night you saw Takuma perform live, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the stage if you tried. Someone should write a story about him, you think. This man could be on the cover of Rolling Stone and you wouldn’t question it.

God, you’re so far gone, aren’t you?

When the set is over, the last song finishing with a long, drawn-out chord, Takuma thanks the crowd and hands the mic off to Panda to take over. As the band disappears one by one into the backstage area, he lays out the voting process.

“The voting period will last ten minutes, assuming no technical difficulties,” he says. “QR codes, as usual, are posted around the bar. If you’re a competitor, you can’t vote. Make sure you’re logged into your .edu accounts or you won’t be able to access the form…”

Your fingers are tapping nervously at your thighs, the crowd around you already glued to their phone screens. The band isn’t back out on the floor yet—Panda will call all three artists up at the end of the voting period and announce the finalist live.

Sweat is starting to pool in the palms of your clammy hands, and you wipe it on your jeans, anxious. To you, there’s no question. But it’s not up to you.

“Relax,” Yuta says, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “It won’t even be close, Skip.”

After the longest ten minutes of your life, Hana Kurusu, the Kamos, and Shibuya Incident join Panda back on stage, a dramatic spotlight bouncing between each artist as Panda draws out the announcement. “And the artist from tonight moving on to the finals in two weeks is…”

“Just say it,” Maki huffs beside you, and Yuta chuckles and nudges her with a shoulder. She tries to hide the slight upturn of her lips, but that’s not going to slide past you.

You’ll tease her later. For now—

“Shibuya Incident!”

The reaction is explosive, both on the floor and the stage. Yuji practically leaps onto Kirara’s back, and Takuma’s face goes slack in surprise before a shy smile works its way across his spotlit features, Megumi being his nonchalant, unaffected self in the midst of it all. Nobara is screaming, and you’re yelling at the top of your lungs, Toge whooping and snapping photos as the Kamos and Hana crowd the band, congratulating them on the victory.

Takuma looks out into the crowd again and you wave, smiling unabashedly, so fucking proud and excited and thinking maybe, maybe, if you make it too, you’ll be facing off against each other, and wouldn’t that be something?

Maybe you shouldn’t be so thrilled. He’s the competition, after all.

But if he wins for going up there and singing curious, curious with his eyes locked on yours, you suppose it wouldn’t be all that bad.

—

Most of Saturday passes in a barrage of classwork and inconsistent, snacky meals in between, the diet of a harried college student, ramen and chips and whatever actual food Yuta leaves for you in the fridge. He’s back from work by three, and Maki wraps up her own work around the same time you do, late afternoon creeping into evening. The three of you are curled up in the living room, the TV on while Yuta and Maki try to pretend they’re not looking at each other.

You need to get them alone.

you: are you busy takuma: not at all takuma: what’s up? you: mind if i crash your house?

You glance up and swear Yuta has somehow, in the last two seconds, moved closer to Maki on the couch.

you: i think yuta and maki need some ~ALONE TIME~ takuma: TEA takuma: sorry kirara told me to stop saying that in response to everything that happens ever takuma: it’s fun tho

“I’m going to Takuma’s,” you announce, and Maki raises a brow at you.

“Again?”

“Sue me for having friends.”

Yuta’s brows crease a bit at the word friends, but he doesn’t comment. With a furtive glance back, you grab your shoes and slip out the door, successfully leaving Maki and Yuta alone in the house for an indeterminate amount of time.

Please, you think. One of them has to make a fucking move soon.

Takuma answers the door before you can knock. “Hey.”

“No pups today?” you ask as you step past him into the entryway, kicking off your shoes.

“Sadly,” Takuma says. “Fushiguro took ‘em with him, wherever he went. Ah, man. Did you only come over for them?” His tone is teasing as he closes the front door behind you, trading the October cold for the warmth of the house. “Afraid I’m a letdown.”

“Takuma,” you scold at his self-deprecation. “You’re basically an excited puppy yourself, so—”

“Hey!” he squawks, and then thinks about it and tilts his head, conceding. “Fine. Maybe. Yeah, okay.”

“What have you been up to?” you ask as the two of you make your way to the living room.

“Procrastination. Guitar instead of homework, mostly. You?”

“Same,” you sigh. “Well, not the guitar part. But I should have been way further ahead on my homework by now.” You shrug. You’ll get it done; you always do.

You settle in easily on the couch, and the two of you boot up the Wii and play a few rounds of Mario Kart because someone left the disc in. And when you’ve both beaten each other enough times to lose count, Takuma mentions something about your single and you realize you haven’t checked the stats.

“You can see more on a computer,” he says, and you follow him up to his room, where he cedes control of the device to you. You pull up the artist profile and grin at the steady upward climb of listeners. It’s not a ton, but this only went up on Thursday.

“We haven’t even done anything to promote this,” you admit, spinning in Takuma’s desk chair to face him. “I don’t even know how people are finding it.”

He immediately looks down, which means he knows something. You nudge him with your foot. “What? What does that face mean? Takuma.”

“I maybe gave Panda a drive of the mix,” he shrugs, talking fast like the meaning of the words might elude you if he mumbles enough. “And he maybe played it at the radio station earlier today. Several times.”

A wave of affection crashes into you so fast that you jump up and throw your arms around him without thinking, laughing into his shoulder. “You didn’t have to do that!” You pull back, grinning. “That was really sweet. Thank you. Seriously.”

“Ah, it was nothin’.” He reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck, a gesture you’ve come to recognize as self-conscious.

“Not nothing,” you say softly. He smiles.

After a moment, he glances at the window and seems to come to a decision. “Hey,” he says.

“Hey yourself.”

“Wanna go out on the roof?”

You blink, processing the words, instinctively looking to his window. You’ve never really realized it before, but it opens out onto a flat expanse of shingles, a perfect lookout right outside Takuma’s bedroom.

Your grin is answer enough, and he unlatches the window and pulls it open. He glances back at you, up and down, and you feel yourself blush before you realize he’s taking in what you’re wearing. He grabs a thick jacket from the closet and tosses it to you, then shrugs one on himself and leads the way, gripping the window frame with one hand and pulling himself outside. After a moment of consideration, he reaches back in and grabs his acoustic guitar by the neck from its place against the wall, pulling it out with him.

When the window shuts behind you, you’re immediately grateful for the protection of the extra layer. Even with your hands balled in the sleeves of your hoodie, it’s chilly out here.

You’re surprised by how much of the campus you can see spread out in the distance. It’s early evening, but the days are getting shorter, the sun a misleading blaze of heat in the otherwise cold hour.

“This,” you say, “is fucking awesome.”

“Right? I called dibs on the room as soon as we toured. For this.” He grins, leaning back on his palms, legs spread out in front of him. You lie back on the roof, letting the cool surface seep through your hood, staring up at the sky.

“So Maki and Yuta,” he says, shaking his head fondly. “Are they finally a thing?”

“I don’t know, but if they’re gonna do anything about it, it’s not gonna be while anyone else is home.” You shrug, or at least do whatever approximation of shrugging you can when you’re bundled in a bulky hoodie and jacket and lying on a roof.

Honestly, Yuta and Maki are some of your favorite people on this planet, and you can’t imagine anyone else who really deserves them. They’re the de facto mom and dad of your group—as in, Yuta is the band mom and Maki’s the gruff father who won’t admit his affection for the pet he didn’t want to get but ended up loving anyway.

“Man, I’m glad I wasn’t around when Kirara and Hakari were in their pining phase,” Takuma chuckles. He pulls his legs in, sitting cross-legged, and picks up the guitar, idly tuning it as he speaks. “Then there’s Itadori, probably picks up girls everywhere he goes and has never once realized it.”

“What about Megumi?” You let your head loll to the side, looking at Takuma with the guitar settled in his lap.

“Fushiguro? I don’t know, man, he doesn’t tell us anything. He has like, resting yearning face. I’ve got no idea. I don’t even know where he is right now, just that he’s supposed to be back really late.”

“That means the dogs will be back?” you say hopefully.

Takuma shakes his head, strumming another chord, and another, fingers moving deftly across the frets. “I’m not enough for you, huh?”

“I said no such thing.”

He plucks out a happy little melody on the guitar, looking at you. “Wanna learn?”

You sit up, your hood falling back off your head in the process. “Really?”

In answer, he hands you the guitar, scooting closer to you to show you where to place your fingers. You’ve been around your bandmates enough to know the basics, but you let him teach you anyway, giggling a little when he guides you through a three-chord progression and says, “Damn, you’re a natural.”

He leans back and stares at the sky, listening to you play. Eventually you add a few other basic chords into the mix, varying your strumming patterns, already feeling the strain in your fingertips from the unfamiliar press of the strings.

“So,” you say, still idly messing around on a G chord. Takuma props himself up on his elbows, looking over at you. “What was the incident in Shibuya? Have you been to Shibuya?”

He snorts. “Nope. Honestly, it was more to make people ask the question. You know in the Marvel movies, how Hawkeye and Black Widow are always talking about Budapest?”

“And nobody knows what the hell happened there,” you say, laughing. “Ah. I see.”

“I’ve never even been to Japan,” Takuma admits. “Fushiguro has, though. Maybe he had an incident in Shibuya. Who knows?”

G, C, D. D, C, G. You play the chords over and over, strumming softly, slowly, letting your finger catch on each of the strings, then five of them, then four.

“This is a really nice guitar.”

“Yeah.” There’s a beat of silence that makes you glance up, weighted differently than the usual pauses in conversation. Takuma is sitting up now, knees pulled loosely to his chest. “Was my dad’s.”

“He taught you to play,” you remember aloud, recalling your conversation in the coffee shop. But now you’re hung up on that word: was. Part of you doesn’t want to ask, but part of you feels like his words are a sort of quiet invitation, like he wants to tell you, but doesn’t want to force it. “I… is he…?”

“He died when I was twelve,” Takuma admits, eyes fixed on the sky. “Uh, car accident. It was stupid, some issue with the other guy’s car. Couldn’t stop it.” You’ve never heard his voice like this before, taut, oddly thin. Carefully, gently, you set the guitar on the roof beside you, watching him.

“Were you…”

“In the car?” Takuma sniffs. “Ah. Yeah.”

“Oh,” you breathe, and that’s what it is, more of a breath than a word. “I—Takuma…”

When he laughs, there’s no humor in it. It’s a hollow kind of chuckle, one that says everything he can’t. “It’s why I learned to skate, actually,” he says quietly, not meeting your eyes. “I’d get everywhere that way. I didn’t—want to drive, I guess. Got my license late and everything. I think people thought I was just a slacker.”

Whatever words you might scrounge up feel inadequate for a grief this large. You don’t want to pity him, and you don’t want to dismiss him, and that’s always the problem with hard conversations, isn’t it? What a line to walk.

“You’re not a slacker,” you say eventually, and he raises a brow at you. “I mean, maybe you procrastinate coding projects to a worrying extent, but you always get it done.” You smile thinly. “You don’t give up in any way that matters, Takuma. I like that about you.”

He chuckles. “Nanami said something like that, once.” His eyes go far-away again, just for a second. “He’s kind of the closest thing… like… I don’t know. I’ve known Nanami for a really long time. He was my dad’s friend. And I guess he sort of became a father figure, after…”

He shrugs. “It’s probably a big part of why I decided to go here. That, and it’s not too far from my mom’s. I don’t know that she’d have been thrilled if I went somewhere farther.”

“You’re not home,” you say carefully, a question but not question. “For break?”

“She’s on a business trip,” he says. “So not much point. But I’ll see her at Christmas, at least.”

For a while the silence stretches out comfortably between you, like a weighted blanket. You can’t ignore it, but it isn’t unwelcome. At some point you scooted closer to him, and now you sit side by side, only the layers of your jackets separating you.

“Thank you for telling me,” you say eventually, soft, unwilling to break the quiet. He nods.

“You didn’t go home either,” he points out, an unspoken question in the spaces between words. “Is it just ‘cause you’re from so far away, or…”

“Yeah. A Friday off didn’t feel like enough of a break to warrant a flight back.” But that’s not all of it. His silence tells you he knows it, too. He’s been so candid with you all night. You can share this part of yourself, you decide.

There’s something about Takuma, anyway, that makes you want to tell him things. You want to know him, and you want him to know you—you now, here, at school, but also you there, home, in the past.

“I haven’t been home since July,” you admit, hugging your knees to your chest, mirroring him. “My town is… small. I liked it when I was little. But the older I got the more I started to feel, just—I don’t know, stifled?”

Your hometown used to feel huge, like you could explore it forever on your Razor scooter and never find all its secrets. But you grew, and the town didn’t grow with you, and suddenly you were standing outside your high school realizing you knew every corner of the self-proclaimed suburban city, every street and coffee shop and alley. You’ve always been curious. And at some point, there wasn’t anything left in that place for you to be curious about.

“I love my home. I love my parents. It’s just… I needed to get out. I don’t think they ever really understood that.”

It’s easier to admit things when you’re looking straight ahead like this, out over the lines and curves of buildings, picking out street lamps, watching a few stray cars make their way around slow corners.

“Is it what you wanted it to be?” he asks quietly. “Here, I mean.” He nods out to the vast stretch of campus, spread across the city. So many corners you’ve been here years and haven’t found them all.

Campus is weird on break, you muse, looking out over the darkness. A whole parallel world for you to explore, the shadowed version of the place. A video game map on single-player, a dead server. Hardly any lights on in the windows, no kids out on the street. Like a ghost town. But it still doesn’t feel empty to you. There’s so much promise in it.

“Yeah,” you answer after a moment, soft. “Yeah, I think it is.”

A ghost town that isn’t lonely, somehow. You could write a song about it, you think. Friends with all the dead in my ghost town. The phrase plays itself out in your head, and it sounds like something moodier than your band usually goes for. It sounds like Shibuya Incident.

You wonder if this is what it means to be in a relationship—not a romantic one, necessarily, but a friendship, or any kind of bond between two creative people. If it’s this, the sharing of intellectual property with another person to the extent that their voice and yours start to blend.

It’s in the way Nobara can finish your sentences when you’re throwing out potential verses, scrambling for rhymes. How Toge and Yuta can anticipate each other’s movements, match chord progressions without talking about them. How Maki slips into your tempo seamlessly, every single time.

And now your lyrics sound like something his band would play. Maybe Takuma’s songwriting will start sounding like yours, too.

You don’t think you’d mind.

“Can I tell you something?” Takuma murmurs after a moment, sounding hesitant.

You rest a cheek on your knees, hands clasped together in front of your shins, facing him. “Mhm.”

“That song last night,” he whispers, and he’s not looking at you, just staring out at the rapidly darkening campus. “It was about you. And how you—I don’t know, the way you look at things. Like they’re always so full of potential. I wish I could do that. You just see things and want to know more. I like… watching you, being curious.” He pauses for a beat and then quickly adds, “Not in like, a creepy way! Just—I don’t know.”

A chuckle slips through your lips against your will, the darkness hopefully hiding the color in your cheeks. Maybe you can blame it on the cold. “Watching?” you ask, teasing. “I can’t imagine I’m all that intriguing. There’s a lot of cool people around here, y’know.”

“Skip,” he murmurs, and now his eyes are locked on yours. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.”

Every nerve in your body is hyperaware of his proximity, and his hand reaches up to cup your jaw, the touch ghosting over you, barely there, hesitant. A nonverbal question. Is this okay?

You lean into the warmth, letting his breath wash over you, mingling with your own in the space between your lips, smaller and smaller and smaller.

He’s watching you, closely, giving you a chance to pull away. So many words exchanged tonight, but you don’t need any for this.

You don’t pull away.

It’s slow at first, and soft, and hesitant. The shingles dig into the heel of your hand as you lean forward on one arm, a grainy feeling on your fingertips, in the grooved imprints left by the guitar strings. You find your free hand moving up to his shoulder, pushing, guiding him down until his back is pressed against the roof and you’re over him, lips locked with his. You look at him, and he’s so full of potential. You want to know everything about him, you want to know how he works, you want to ask questions. And you do, with your tongue along the seam of his lips, and your hand tangled in his hair, and his breath mixing with yours in the air. It’s near full dark now, feeling later than it really is, evening in autumn.

You’re not cold anymore.

He deepens the kiss, body coming up to meet yours, and you feel like maybe this roof is the top of the whole world, because how could you ever feel higher than this?

“Takuma,” you murmur, and you kiss him again, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt this way before, but you’ll do maybe anything in the world to feel this way again.

And then a sharp, deep sound makes you jump, scrambling to sit up on the shingles, breathing heavy from the kiss and the noise. Did that come from inside or out?

“What—”

“Oh, crap,” Takuma groans, pulling open the window. “Someone’s home.” He looks back at you, cheeks flushed from the cold or the kiss or both, looking a little helpless, a little apologetic, and you can’t help the small laugh that bursts from you at the absurdity of the situation. You feel like a teenager getting caught by your parents.

“We should…” He nods toward the window. You hand him the guitar, then crawl back over to the window and slip inside after him, the warmth a stark relief from the temperature you’ve gotten so used to. Your heart is a jackhammer, rapidly pecking away at the once-stable structure of yourself.

You kissed him.

You kissed Takuma.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you pull it out with still-cold hands.

utah: [1 Image Attachment] utah: dinner?

Admittedly, the pasta does look amazing, and your stomach grumbles as if on cue.

“I should go,” you say awkwardly, holding up the phone for Takuma to see.

“Uh, yeah, uh—for sure, no problem, I should go see what’s up down there anyway,” he says after a beat of hesitation. “I’ll see you, uh…?”

“Around?” you finish, laughing slightly.

“Yeah,” he echoes with an amused half-smile as you make your way down the stairs. “Around.”

—

You’re freaking out.

It’s 4:31 on Monday afternoon, you’ve been listening to the same song on repeat for an hour, and you’re freaking the fuck out.

After Saturday night, you didn’t talk about it. You kissed him on the roof and your heart turned into a hummingbird and you were warm all over, and then the front door slammed and you nearly jumped out of your skin, and Megumi was back early and Takuma had no idea why, and you pet the dogs and then slipped out, wanting to give them their space.

And you haven’t talked about it. You haven’t had time. Sunday was a mess of cramming for midterms and your housemates returning from break and you threw yourself into your studies and tried not to remember, but now…

The stupid fucking switch in the back of your brain has flipped itself on and you can’t turn it off, all worry and criticism and hypothetical worst-case scenarios and you’re giving too much too fast, Skipper, you know better than this!

How many people in your tiny town fell in love young and grew to resent each other? How many of your high school friends grew up with divorced parents? How many breakups have you seen in your two and a half years at this university, how many tears and shouting matches in public halls, how many friend groups falling apart because two people fell in and out of love?

The thing is, you know you’re panicking about nothing. Takuma hasn’t asked anything of you. It was just a kiss. He is not your boyfriend. This is not a contract.

But if you talk about it, it could be, and you don’t understand why that scares you so much. Do you have commitment issues? What the fuck is your problem?

You probably wouldn’t have a problem at all, if you’d just had the time Saturday night to figure out what the kiss meant. But now that a whole day has passed and you haven’t seen him and you don’t know for sure, your mind keeps wandering down paths it should have stayed away from.

What if it’s a friends with benefits situation and you’ve just read too much into it? Maybe this is all he wants, making out, spending late nights together getting physical. Maybe that’s all. A heated makeout session on a roof doesn’t mean he feels the way you do. And do you even know how you feel? Fucking hell.

It’s the anxiety talking, the more logical part of you says, the part that sounds an awful lot like Maki. Your friends aren’t around to tell you how stupid you’re being, so the only texts you and Takuma have sent since Saturday night are playlists and song lyrics skirting around whatever truths you’re trying and failing to articulate.

Do I Wanna Know floats from the speaker on your desk, your phone next to your head on the bed, facedown and dormant. Do I wanna know if this feeling goes both ways?

Your door slams open and you jump up, whirling around to find Maki with her arms crossed, leaning on the frame. “Alright,” she says. “That’s the tenth time I’ve heard that godforsaken song. What the fuck is up with you?”

When you don’t respond, she steps inside and closes the door behind her, pauses the music, and then makes herself comfortable on the edge of your bed. “Talk to me,” she says. “You’re driving yourself crazy.” The words stall in your throat, useless, stagnant things as you avoid her knowing stare, instead staring at the popcorn ceiling until it blurs.

Maki sighs and shifts entirely onto the bed, turning herself to face you.

“I didn’t know you were home,” you say lamely.

“You’re driving me crazy, Skip,” she tries, and she knows you so fucking well, because the guilt trip is exactly what dislodges all those words built up in the back of your mouth—she breaks the dam and you spill your soul onto the quilted comforter, rambling, a rush of truths and things you thought you’d hidden from yourself but you can’t anymore. And she just listens, not looking away once.

You tell her everything: that you know you catch feelings fast, too fast. That despite your bleeding heart, you haven’t really been in a long-term relationship since high school. That you think of the future, of all the places you want to go, all the things you want to do, and there’s no guy in those dreams, and the thought of restructuring the life you’ve planned out for yourself around a boy who might be temporary is too much to even fathom. That—

“I kissed him,” you say breathlessly, bordering on hysterical, and you feel so stupid, this worked up over something so small, something that should be good. “I kissed him and now it feels real and now I’m freaking out.”

“I can see that,” Maki says calmly. “Let me ask you something. What is the worst thing that could happen, if you date him and it doesn’t last?”

“I…” You chew on your bottom lip, mind spinning through every bad outcome. “He could end up hating me, Maki. I could get some crazy job and have to leave, or he would come with me and leave his whole life behind and then he’d grow to resent me and we’d just be in some kind of hellish limbo until one of us snapped. Or he could—he could leave me, or we could try long distance and he could fall in love with somebody else, or I could, or—or—”

You flounder for a second, realizing your biggest worry is the one most immediate, the one most central to your life as it exists right now.

You’ve been sitting here thinking about big-picture things that are so far out, trying to make the feeling curdling in your gut feel like a valid reaction to a major life event. But that’s not what this is.

You’re just really, stupidly, pathetically scared that Takuma kissed you and didn’t mean it.

“Or—I guess that’s not the issue. Not really,” you admit quietly, not looking at Maki. She probably already knows. She has a way of knowing exactly what’s bothering you and just asking the right questions, getting you to talk yourself out of whatever hole your anxious mind has dug.

“I—it was just a kiss. What if he doesn’t want something serious right now, and I like him this way and he just wants something casual? I can’t do casual, Maki,” you say, raking a hand through your hair. “And it could fuck up this thing we have going. Yuji and Toge get along so well, and Nobara and the boys and Kirara, and Megumi’s your cousin, and I don’t wanna cause some weird, awkward rift, you know what I mean?”

Because it’s been so good, getting to know them. You don’t want to fuck up the dynamic just because you caught feelings too fast.

Maki leans back against your wall, humming as she thinks this over. “Okay. First of all, take a step back. Do you actually think you and Ino dating or not dating or whatever would mean I stop talking to my cousin? Or Nobara to the guys?” She raises a brow at you, unimpressed. “Seriously. I love you, Skipper, but you do not have that much power. These relationships existed before you knew Ino. Yuji is incapable of having conflict with anybody. And Toge doesn’t give a fuck about awkward relationship drama, he just wants to play Smash.”

As she speaks, you can feel your heart settling back into its home in your chest. Maki always knows what to say. Always.

“Second: Let me put it this way.” She levels you with a serious look. “You are so worked up about all these incredibly hypothetical situations. If you shut this down now, if you don’t act on what happened on Saturday, you’re still going to be worked up about hypotheticals. They’ll just be different ones. I know you, Skipper, you’re gonna drown yourself in what ifs. So you have to pick the lesser evil. There’s an unknown factor either way. Which one is gonna be worse?”

You groan, faceplanting into your bedspread. In the process, your forehead must hit play on your phone, because all of a sudden Arctic Monkeys blasts through the JBL again and Maki is grabbing your phone and saying, “Absolutely not. Nope. We are done with that.”

You look up at her helplessly. “Do I wanna know?” you choke out, half-laughing. “Because if I’m taking this out of proportion, if he doesn’t feel this way and I’m just another girl he kissed—”

“You’re not,” she says firmly. “Are you kidding me? Skip. That boy kisses the ground you walk on.” She shakes her head, some mix of fondness of exasperation flashing across her face. “You already know. The question isn’t if he likes you, or if you like him. It’s whether you’re gonna let it play out or shut it down before it has a chance to.”

Your door slams open, and Nobara strolls in and puts her hands on her hips. She glares at Maki and then at you.

“Please tell me I’m wrong,” she says, and you know you’re in for it, “but I believe you both had significant relationship developments this weekend and didn’t immediately call me? What the fuck? Spill.”

Abruptly, you feel like the worst friend in the world. Not necessarily because you haven’t filled Nobara in—she hasn’t been home—but because Maki is flushing pink, and you left her alone with Yuta on purpose, and it’s Monday, and you haven’t even asked what happened.

You look at Nobara. “Close the door.”

She does, but she doesn’t sit down, choosing instead to pace the room as she speaks. “Exhibit A: the plants have name tags and the handwriting is not Yuta’s. Exhibit B: I just came from down the street and Ino is acting weird as fuck.”

You sit straight up, suddenly on high alert. “Weird how? Did he say anything?”

“No. Like, the entire time. That’s the weird as fuck part.”

You turn to Maki, trying to read her. “Okay, what happened with Yuta? Was it when I left? Because if I wasn’t obvious enough—“

“You were very obvious, thank you,” Maki says, her blush deepening. “Uh, we made dinner. As you know.”

“It was good.”

Maki is pointedly looking everywhere but at you and Nobara, gaze darting from the ceiling to the bedspread to the door, as if she might escape the conversation. You hadn’t even noticed the plant name tags. That’s maybe the most sappy gesture that’s ever come from Maki Zenin.

“Mm. Yeah. Uh,” she says, eloquently. “We might have kissed. We might be… together.”

“Maki!” you and Nobara both scream, which results in Toge nearly breaking down your bedroom door five seconds later.

“What?” he demands. He clocks Maki’s bright red face and grins widely. “Aha! Yes. Good.”

“Wh—”

“Yuta won’t look me in the eyes, so I figured. You wanted to tell us all at once?”

Maki nods sheepishly.

“Too late!” Toge says cheerfully. “And he’s not home. So we can take this quality girls’ time to—”

“You are a man.”

“That’s the first time you’ve ever said that to me,” Toge tells Nobara, hand over his heart.

She swats at him in response and flops onto your floor, and Toge drops down beside her, you and Maki leaning over the edge of your bed to see them both.

"I ate your love pasta," you tell Maki, and she groans.

"This is why I don't tell you people things."

After the appropriate appoint of freaking out about Maki and Yuta (of course I knew, I always know, Nobara says), they make you go through the whole of Saturday night in detail.

You leave out the part about Takuma’s dad. That doesn’t feel like your story to tell.

When you get to I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you, Nobara blinks at you, and the innocent expression on her face means whatever she’s about to say is anything but. “So he told you you’re not like other girls?”

“Oh my god,” you groan, dragging your hands down your face.

“Oh, shit, Skipper!” Toge nearly shouts from the floor. “We have to go, like, two minutes ago.”

“Shit!” You scramble off the bed, shoving your laptop into your bag and weaving around Nobara, who has made no move to get off the floor. You and Toge have your usual Monday night class time to do field reporting, and you’re meeting up with Geto and Utahime.

The front door clicks open and closed, and you grin at Maki, who goes red. Yuta’s home. God, you wish you could stay for this.

“Hi, Yuta! Bye, Yuta!” you call on the way out the door, patting him on the head, and Toge follows suit with a much more aggressive motion that messes up Yuta’s hair.

“Oh, hi! Um. Bye?” Yuta’s startled laugh follows you out the door, and then you’re on your way.

You’re always on your way back to The Fix, eventually.

—

Utahime, notably a happier person in general when Gojo’s not around, lets Toge into the back to get some photos of the storeroom. That leaves you alone with Geto, back on the same stool as last time, phone on the counter as you watch him work, talking as he goes.

“Finished inventory,” he says, typing something rapidly on his laptop, “and now it’s budgeting. And yeah, that’s about what it looks like on the day to day. What else did you want to know?”

Geto is remarkably easy to talk to. He’s soft-spoken and articulate, a good listener, and you find yourself forgetting it’s an interview after a while, lost in conversation. You learn that he studied business in school, so opening an establishment like this wasn’t much of a stretch. He handles the finances and hiring, and he’s the one working with Panda on the Battle of the Bands. Gojo and Utahime bartend, Nanami is security, and Shoko handles everything else. It’s a small team, he says, but they work.

“I wanted to be able to be home for the girls when they were growing up, and this wound up being a great way to do that, schedule-wise,” he tells you. “And now they’re here, which is great. I wouldn’t say I ever saw myself opening a bar, back in college, but now that I’m here and Shoko and I have been running the place for a while, I’m not sure where else I ever could’ve ended up, y’know?”

You nod, head propped in your hand with your elbow on the counter. “So is this the dream? The endgame?” you ask. “Think you’ll stay a while?”

“Well,” he says, closing the laptop, “I think it comes down to doing something because you love it, not because other people love that you do it. Though right now, both of those things are true, which is fortunate for me." He leans on the bar counter, head tilted as he considers his words.

"If the work makes you happy, if the people there make you feel the same way, I think that’s worth hanging on to," he says. "If I ever stop loving the work, I suppose I’ll move on. I don’t see that happening, really, but if it does, I’ll roll with it. Whatever comes after.”

“That makes sense.” You sigh, leaning back in your chair. “Man, I wish the career thing was that clear-cut now. I know I have time, but it’s weird to think about.”

“Would you ever go further than this with the band, you think?” he asks, seeming genuinely curious. “Or is the journalism thing pretty much what your heart’s set on?”

You’ve thought about it. Drumming makes you feel alive like very few other things do, but you love writing, reporting, meeting people and telling their stories. You want to go for editor-in-chief next year when Tsumiki graduates, but the reality is that you won’t have so much time for the band if you get the job. And you love your band.

Not that it’ll be the same, anyway, without Maki and Yuta. That’s something you don’t love to think about.

“I don’t know,” you confess, sheepishly realizing you’re still recording, that you’re supposed to be the one asking the questions. “I don’t think… that the band is ever necessarily going to be a professional thing. Maki and Yuta have all these big career plans. And it’s like, how much do I invest in that now, knowing it’s not… forever? When the journalism thing, the career, might be? I don’t know.”

“You know, I don’t think it matters all that much whether it’s forever,” Geto shrugs. “If it gave you what you needed at the time, wouldn’t it be worth it?”

He glances up at you, taking in the lines of your face, the tapping of your fingers against your other arm. You kind of feel like he sees something you don’t.

“Here’s some unsolicited advice, kid. On the record. Maybe life is short, maybe not. But regardless, your heart is not a finite thing.” His eyes are soft but not sad, serious but with a sort of levity that’s wise and not regretful. You think, idly, that you would find it very hard not to trust him. “If you’ve got something, love it while you have it.”

Something tells you he’s not talking about the band anymore. Or maybe that’s just you, looking for answers where there aren’t any.

“Thanks, Geto,” you say, turning off the recording. “This has been really helpful.”

Your heart is not a finite thing. And you think you’ve made up your mind.

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[winchesterwild78]

An Unexpected Friendship pt 10

Master List

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Reader’s daughter, Jensen’s children

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: FLUF, Smut!

A/N: This is a short story written in collaboration with @cheekygirl2309.

This chapter is the FINAL chapter. I’ve loved creating this story with @cheekygirl2309. I’ve had so much fun and enjoyed reading all of the love and support for this story. 

No disrespect to Jensen or his family. This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. Written and edited fast-please overlook any errors. 

Minors DNI 18+

The next few months were so amazing. Jensen was true to his word and invited Josh’s parents to every big event we had. I was grateful they came and felt like they were family. Jazzy was also so proud of her new last name. 

When we went to the school to change her name, she proudly announced she was an Ackles. The secretaries smiled and congratulated her. In public she would introduce Jensen as her daddy. Since our engagement and the adoption, social media had exploded with stories and pictures of all of us. 

Jensen and I officially went public and most of the fans were supportive. I did my best to tune out the negative and focus on the positive ones. It was hard at times, but I knew I had Jensen to help navigate me through it. 

Jensen and I talked about the wedding and we both agreed we wanted a small, intimate ceremony with just our children, close family and friends. Since Jensen officiated his wedding, Jensen reached out to Jeffery Dean Morgan to officiate ours. He was thrilled to do it. I was excited to meet him and his family. We had FaceTimed, but never met in person. 

Jensen and I also wanted to write our own vows. It took me by surprise when he mentioned it. I was nervous, because how do you really put into words how someone saved you when you thought you weren’t worth saving. I love Jensen, and I only hoped I could put it into words good enough to show him how much he means to me. 

Our wedding date was set, we were going to have a Spring wedding. Mid-April, at dusk, and hopefully under a tent. I of course told Jensen we needed a backup plan in the event of rain. “It’s Texas sweetheart, I don’t think it’s going to rain.” “Still, I’d like a backup plan.” I chuckled.

“Okay, how about we have it at The Allan House, right here in Austin? It has space inside and out. So if we have to move it inside we can still have it in the same place. The ceremony and reception can all be there.” He pulled it up on the computer and the photos were breathtaking. I smiled, “Jensen, it’s beautiful. Do you really think we can book it?”

“Absolutely, I know the owner, so I’ll give them a call.” I playfully rolled my eyes, “Of course you do.” Jensen laughed and called. When he got off the phone he smiled, “We’re all set, sweetheart. Are you ready to start planning our wedding?” 

I smiled and pulled him in my arms, “Yes, Jensen! I’m more than ready.”

*Time Jump 3 days before the Wedding*

“Jensen, I need to go with Gen and Nichole to pick up my dress. When is Jeff coming in again?” “He should be here today. His wife and the kids will be coming in tomorrow I believe. He’s going with me today to get fitted for his tux. I gave the tailor his measurements, so I hope it fits.” “Me too, Jens. Okay, I’ll be back later. I love you.” “I love you too, the kids are going with mom and dad for the afternoon, so when you get back they won’t be here.” 

I grabbed my stuff and nodded. As I got to the door I heard Jensen clear his throat. “Did you forget something, darlin’?” I turned on my heels and chuckled, “Nope.” I said, popping the “p” as I leaned in and kissed him goodbye. “How could I ever forget kissing you. It’s one of my favorite things to do.” 

Jensen chuckled, “Oh and what are some of your other favorite things to do?” I smirked, got really close to his lips again and said, “you”. Then kissed him again. He grabbed my hand as I tried to pull away, “Then what’s stopping you?” Jensen pulled me flush to his strong body and I felt his arousal straining against his jeans. 

“Baby I have an appointment at the dress shop. I don’t want to miss it, unless you want me to get married naked.” Jensen wiggled his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and playfully hit his chest, “Jens, I’m not getting married naked. Sorry to disappoint you.” Jensen threw his head back and laughed. 

He kissed me again and we said our goodbyes. 

I arrived at the dress shop with a few minutes to spare. Gen and Nichole were waiting outside for me. They hugged me and we walked in. “Y/N! So happy to see you. Your dress is ready. Are you ready to try it on one last time?” I smiled and nodded. 

Gen and Nichole sat on the couches and waited for me. When I came around the corner both of them gasped and I saw tears in their eyes. Sally, the owner, walked behind me and fluffed the dress as I stood on the platform. “Okay, Y/N, one last touch.” She placed a veil on my head. I took a deep steady breath looking in the mirror. I looked over my shoulder at Nichole and Gen with tears in my eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Jensen isn’t going to know what hit him.” I stood there looking in the mirror and the realization hit me. I was about to get married to Jensen and I had nobody to walk me down the aisle. 

Tears started to fall. My mother had passed away not long after Josh, and my father left us when I was two. Nichole rushed to my side and pulled me close, “Shh, it’s okay sweetie. You have me, Gen, Jared and the kids.” “I know, and I love you all so much. I just don’t know how I’m going to walk down that aisle alone. My mom walked me to Josh.” 

She pulled me tight, “I can do it if you want me to.” I smiled, “I know, but I need you standing up there with me and making sure Jensen doesn’t pass out.” We all three laughed. Gen was by my side too, “Honey, you’re one of the strongest people I know. You can do this. Jensen, all of your babies and all of us are there with you and for you. You know Jared would walk you down the aisle if you wanted him to.” 

I nodded, “Yeah, he offered, but I don’t want to take him away from Jensen. He needs his brother by his side. Okay, enough of this crying. Let’s get me out of this gorgeous dress and you two into yours.”

I changed into my regular clothes, while Gen and Nichole got into their dresses. When they came out they were absolutely breathtaking. “You two are so beautiful.” Nichole squealed when she realized the dress had pockets, “Y/N! Look! It has pockets.” We all laughed, “Yep, I made sure they did, and so does mine.” 

With our dresses in hand we headed out to get some last minute things for the wedding. Gen was keeping my dress at her house so Jensen wouldn’t see it, and I already had the kids’ outfits for the wedding. The girls were wearing matching dresses and Zeppelin was wearing a tuxedo that matched Jensen’s.

Jensen and I selected Navy blue, white, and gold as our wedding colors. The main colors being blue and gold. My dress was white, and the back opened into a beautiful navy blue that ran the length of the dress, and around the top of the bodice was blue. The girls’ dresses were navy blue, with white flowers on the skirts. Jensen and Zeppelin were wearing navy blue tuxedos, and his groomsmen were wearing grey. 

As the day approached, my nerves were starting to get the better of me. I thought about my wedding with Josh and how I was so nervous before, I actually threw up in the bridal suite. I really hoped this one would be different.

*Wedding Day*

I woke up early, stretched and reached for Jensen out of habit. My heart faltered a little when my hand hit the empty bed. He stayed with Jared last night. We decided we wouldn’t see each other until the ceremony. I was so excited to see his reaction when he turned around and saw me at the other end of the aisle.

I got out of bed, showered and went downstairs to a note on the counter and an artificial rose. I knew that handwriting from anywhere, it was Jensen. I smiled because I knew he snuck in last night after I went to bed to leave this for me. 

I opened the note and smiled as I read it.

My love,

Today is the day we promise before our family and God to be together forever. The road that led us here was bumpy, but we got through it together. I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’re going to look in your dress. I know you’re going to take my breath away, like you have since the day I met you. I love you, darlin’, until that rose I left you dies. I’ll see you later, beautiful.

Love,

J

I felt the sting of tears in my eyes. I grabbed my phone and sent him a text.

Me: Thank you for my wonderful surprise this morning. I’ll love you until the rose dies too. 

Jensen: I’m glad you liked it. I love you so much baby.

Me: I love you too, handsome. I can’t wait to see you in your tux. You know what it does to me, and wait until your fans see it. They are gonna go feral. 😘 🤤

Jensen: Ha! They go feral over everything.

Me: Of course they do, have you seen you?!

Jensen: Every single day in the shower. 😉

Me: Oh you’re so mean. Now I can’t stop thinking about you naked.

Jensen: Then mission accomplished. 😂 

Me: Okay, Mr. Ackles, you’re going to pay. 

Jensen: Ooo how?

Me: *1 image sent* this is what I’m wearing under my dress

Jensen: Damn baby. Now that’s mean. I can’t wait to take that off of you. 

Me: Patience my love. Just think the whole time I’m standing next to you, dancing, we’re walking around, that is what is under my dress. Just waiting for you.

Jensen growled and adjusted his pants when he read what I wrote. 

Jensen: You’re killing me.

Me: Oops, sorry baby. 😘 I love you, I need to get ready to leave or Gen and Nichole are going to drag me out of here. 

Jensen: Yeah, Jared is banging on the door. I love you too baby. See you soon.

Gen, Nichole and I arrived at the Allan House to get ready for the wedding. Jensen’s mom had the kids, and Josh’s parents were there to help with them too. My hair and makeup was done. I wore my hair half up and half down, with ringlets cascading over my shoulders. 

Jensen was across the property in the groom’s suite when there was a knock at the door. Jared opened it and saw Bill. “May I come in?” Jared stepped to the side. Jensen was in his tux and turned to shake Bill’s hand. “Bill, thank you for being here with us today. It means so much to Y/N and I.” 

“You’re welcome. Jensen I wonder if I could talk to you in private for a minute?” “Of course. Jared, can you give us a minute?” Jared nodded and left the room. “Bill, you wanted to speak to me? Is everything okay?” “Oh yeah, everything is perfect. Y/N is like a daughter to me, us. Even before she married Josh she was part of our family. When she married Josh and had Jazzy we felt on top of the world. After Josh died, a part of her died with him, but she kept that sweet, caring heart we all loved so much. We were so thankful when she met you and fell in love again, and even more thankful you were willing to have us in your lives. We can never repay you for that, son. Jensen, Margaret and I would like you to have this. I wore them when I married Margaret, and Josh wore them when he married Y/N. We want you to have them so when Jazzy gets old enough you can give them to her to use in her wedding.” 

Bill handed Jensen a small box, when he opened it there were beautiful gold, sapphire and diamond cufflinks. “Bill, these are beautiful, I can’t take them. They belong in your family.” Bill placed a hand on Jensen’s shoulder, “Son, you are family. They belong with you and Y/N.” “Bill, I’d be honored to wear them, thank you, sir.” Jensen and Bill exchanged a hug as he took the box. 

I was standing in the bridal suite taking deep breaths, looking at myself in the mirror when there was a knock on the door. Nichole answered it and when I looked up I saw Margaret and Bill. “Wow, sweetie, you’re stunning.” Margaret said as she pulled me into a hug. 

Bill stood to the side and just looked at me. I took a deep breath, “Do I look okay?” I asked him. He stepped forward, “Sweetheart, you’re even more beautiful than the day you married Joshua. Jensen is a lucky man.” He hugged me and I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes. 

It was a few minutes until the ceremony started and I still felt a pang of sadness about walking down the aisle alone. Jensen’s mom and Margaret got the kids in place, Gen and Nichole got in place and I took one last look in the mirror. 

Bill was standing at the door waiting for me. “You okay, kiddo?” My eyes flicked to him and he saw the tears in mine. He pulled me in a hug, “Shh, you’ve got this sweetie. That man out there is in love with you and I know you two are going to be incredibly happy.” I nodded. Then it hit me. I might not have grown up with a father, but I had a dad and he was standing right there with me. 

“Bill?” “Yes, sweetie?” “If you say no it’s okay. I completely understand, but would you do me the honor of walking me down the aisle?” “It would be my honor to do that.” I nodded, he took my arm and we walked outside. 

The sun was just starting to set, so the twinkle lights under the tent were sparkling with the orange glow from the setting sun. It was breathtaking. 

I heard the music start for the kids, Gen and Nichole. Then came my music. Bill took my arm and we walked out and around the corner. Jeff motioned for everyone to stand. 

Jensen turned around and locked eyes with me. I saw tears in his eyes. I walked down the aisle, my eyes never leaving his. Trying to steady my breath, because damn did he look amazing in his tux. 

At the end of the aisle, Bill hugged me, and gave my hand to Jensen. He shook Jensen’s hand and then hugged me again. Nichole fluffed my dress and I handed her my flowers, taking both of Jensen’s hands. 

He leaned over and whispered, “God you’re so beautiful.” I smiled. 

Jeff began the ceremony and it was time for our vows. Jensen went first. "The day I met you, I knew I had found something special. You were hurting, scared, and alone. I vowed to protect you, to love you, and to give you the happiness you deserve. I promise to always be your rock, your confidant, and your love. I'm grateful for the chance to be a part of your life. You've brought light into my world. You've shown me the meaning of unconditional love. I promise to be the best husband and father I can be. I'll always be there to support you, to encourage you, and to love you. Together, we'll build a future filled with love, laughter, and happiness. I'm so grateful for the chance to love you and our daughter. You've given me a reason to live, and a purpose. I promise to always be there for you, to provide for you, and to protect you. I'll cherish every moment we share, forever. I love you, Y/N."

My breath hitched, as the tears pricked my eyes. Then it was my turn. "When I first met you, I was lost in a storm. You were the lighthouse, steady and strong, guiding me to safety. You didn't just take me in; you welcomed me and my daughter into your heart. I promise to love you, cherish you, and honor you always. Thank you for being my hero. You saw me when I couldn't see myself. You loved me when I thought love was a distant memory. You're not just my partner, you're my protector, my provider, and my best friend. I promise to be the best wife and mother I can be, to love you unconditionally, and to build a beautiful future together. I've found in you a love that's rare and true. You've shown me what it means to be loved and cared for. I promise to be your constant, your support, and your joy. Together, we'll face whatever life throws our way, hand in hand. I love you, Jensen.”

Jeff smiled and Jensen nodded at him, “Jensen and Y/N have also written vows to their children, which they will say now. 

Jensen began, "Jazmyne, I promise to always be here for you, to love you unconditionally, and to guide you on your journey. I promise to be a loving and supportive dad, and to always be there to listen and to help. When you came into my life I had no idea what was missing. You and your mom were the missing pieces in my life. I will spend the rest of my life being the dad you deserve, and helping guide you through life’s trials, and love you until all the stars fall from the sky.” Jazzy leaped in his arms and held him tight. “I love you too, daddy.”

I took a deep breath and looked at JJ, Arrow and Zeppelin. “JJ, Arrow and Zeppy, I promise to always be a source of love, laughter, and support for you three. I'll be there for your triumphs, your setbacks, and everything in between. We will tackle it all together. I vow to honor the bond you share with your dad, and the love and bond you had with your mom. I am extremely honored to be a part of your lives, and to watch you grow. I’ve loved you three since the beginning and I’ll love you three until all the stars fall. Together the six of us will be a family and will always be there to take care of each other. I love you three so much.” They hugged me tightly, “We love you too.”

When I stood up, Jeff smiled. “Jensen, do you take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?” 

Jensen looked at me and smiled, “I do.” Then Jeff turned to me, “Y/N, do you take Jensen to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?” I looked at Jensen and smiled, “I do.” 

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Jensen, you may kiss your bride.” Jensen pulled me flush to him, leaned me back and kissed me deeply. Cheers and applause erupted. When Jensen pulled me back up we turned to face everyone. “It is my honor to announce for the first time, Mr and Mrs Jensen and Y/N Ackles.” 

Jensen, and I took each other’s hands and walked down the aisle together. We walked into the bridal suite to wait for photos. Inside Jensen closed and locked the door. 

He walked over to me and pulled me in for another deep kiss. He pulled away and looked at me, “You are absolutely breathtaking, darlin’. Are you wearing that thing you sent me under this?” He tried to pull my dress to the side and I giggled. “Yes I am, but you’re going to have to wait to see it. If you mess up my hair before pictures, Gen and Nichole are going to kick your ass.” 

He pulled me flush to his body, “Worth it.” I giggled as he started to kiss down my neck. I moaned as his hands started running up and down my body. Jensen’s hands slid down to the bottom of my dress and lifted up my skirt, revealing the dark blue lingerie I was wearing. 

Jensen bit his lip and growled. “Damn baby, this is beautiful, but definitely in the way.” I grabbed his hand, and that’s when I felt the cufflinks. “Jens, where did you get these?” “Bill and Margaret gave them to me. They wanted me to wear them when I married you, because you’re like a daughter to them.” I nodded, “That’s so sweet, Jens. These look like the ones Josh wore.” “That’s because they are, sweetheart.” I gasped, “Oh wow.” 

There was a knock on the door. It was Gen telling us it was time to get pictures taken. After pictures, it was time to enjoy the reception. We danced, ate, drank and had so much fun. 

As the night wore on the kids were starting to get sleepy. Jensen’s parents were keeping the kids for the night so Jensen and I could be alone. We had decided instead of a honeymoon with just the two of us, we were going on a family moon and taking the kids with us. We were leaving in two days, so Jensen and I had two days alone.

It was time for Jensen and I to leave the reception. Everyone lined up with sparklers and created an arch for us to walk under. When we got to the end, I turned around and hugged all of the kids and told them good night. Jensen helped me into Baby, and then walked around and slid in the driver’s seat. 

He took my hand in his and kissed it. “Ready to go home, Mr. Ackles?” “You better believe it, Mrs. Ackles. I can’t wait to get you out of that dress.” 

I chuckled and bit my lip. My body tingled with anticipation of what was to come. 

Jensen pulled into the driveway and walked around to my door. He opened it and offered me his hand. When he pulled me out of the car he pulled me flush to his body. His lips hovered over mine. I could feel his hot breath on my lips. I swallowed hard, my heart beating wildly in my chest. 

Jensen kissed me softly and took my hand, leading me to the door. Opening the door, Jensen looked at me, scooped me up and carried me over the threshold. “Welcome home, Mrs. Ackles.” He gently put me down and closed and locked the door. 

As soon as the door was locked, Jensen’s lips and hands were back on me. He kissed down my neck and to my cleavage. I tilted my head back and let out a moan. “Jens, please.” 

Jensen took my hand and led me upstairs to our room. He moved my hair to the side and started to unzip my dress. I shivered when his fingers brushed against my skin. When my dress was unzipped I let it fall at my feet. 

Standing before my husband in the navy blue lingerie I had on under my dress. Jensen bit his lip, “God this looks better in person. I am one lucky man.” I blushed.   

Jensen started to take off his tuxedo. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him strip. My thighs clenched together when he was down to his boxers. My hands ran up his toned chest and into his hair as I stood to kiss his lips. 

I could feel his arousal through the thin material of his boxers, and my arousal soaking my panties. 

Jensen laid me back on the bed, pulled me down to the side and threw my legs over his shoulders. He unsnapped the bottom of the lingerie, exposing my dripping core. “Damn baby, you’re soaked.” I bit my lip and nodded. He kissed up my thighs and when he got to my pussy he slid his fingers inside. I gasped at the sudden feeling of fullness. Jensen hooked his fingers up, and his mouth attached to my clit. He sucked and licked, pushing me closer to the edge. My hands gripping the sheets and then his hair. I threw my head back, moaning and begging him not to stop. 

“Oh fuck, Jensen! That feels so good. Don’t stop.” This encouraged him to go faster. I bucked my hips into his mouth. He sucked my swollen clit as his fingers continued pumping in and out of me, deeper and deeper. 

“Jens..I’m…gonna…cum..oh fuck!” I moaned and pulled his head into my pussy. I felt the sting of his beard rubbing on my sensitive skin. I came hard with a loud scream of his name. Jensen kept going, and as my legs tried to close, he held them apart. I came again without warning. My body is sensitive and overstimulated. I screamed his name again. 

Jensen finally leaned up, my release covering his face. He hovered over me and placed a kiss on my lips. I tasted my release and deepened the kiss. Jensen leaned up and removed his boxers, his cock pink and wet with precum. I leaned forward and took his cock in my hand. Guiding it to my mouth. I began to suck him down deep into my throat. Jensen hissed when I sucked him into his balls. 

“Oh fuck, baby! Just like that.” I continued to suck him. My hands gripped his thighs as I took every inch of him in my mouth. Jensen’s hands went into my hair and began to push my head onto his cock. 

“Yes, baby. Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours. God, you feel so good.” The sounds of his moans and me sucking filled the room. Jensen’s breath ragged. Then he pulled me off of him.

“Jens, what happened? Did I hurt you?” Jensen cupped my face, “No darlin’ that was amazing, but if you kept it up I would have cum down your throat and I want to make love to my wife tonight.” 

I smiled and nodded. He laid me back and crawled up between my legs. “You ready baby?” I nodded. Jensen took his length in his hand and lined himself up. With one thrust he bottomed out. Both of us were moaning as he filled me up. He stopped and allowed my body to adjust to his size. 

He always stretched me in ways that had my head reeling. He began to move. His movements, slow and deliberate. He was making love to me, without hurrying through to get to his release. 

His lips trailed over my body, our fingers finding each other and interlocking as he held my hands down on the bed. Our bodies moved together in slow, deliberate motions. My body was filled with desire, love and bliss. 

“I love you, Jensen.” I whispered. “I love you too, Y/N. So much.” 

“I want you on top, baby. I want to see your beautiful body.” I nodded, Jensen pulled out and laid down. I climbed on top, lined him back up and took him back inside. I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself. I began to rock my hips back and forth. 

Jensen’s hands held onto my breasts as I continued to ride him. He was in so deep I could feel his cockhead hitting my cervix with each thrust. I rocked my hips and bounced faster. Something ignited in Jensen, because he lifted his legs up, held onto my hips and began to thrust up in me. His thrusts grew faster as his moans became louder. “Oh fuck, Y/N. You feel so good. I’m gonna cum, baby.” 

“Yes, Jensen! Cum in me, fill me up with your seed.” A few more thrusts and Jensen was grunting, spilling his hot seed inside me. I could feel his cock twitch inside me. When I felt him stop, I climbed off, went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I came back with a washcloth and started to clean Jensen. Since he was extra sensitive he took the cloth and cleaned himself. 

When he was done he threw it to the side and pulled me close to him. Jensen cupped my face and kissed me deeply. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for coming into our lives, loving us and becoming my wife. I love you so much baby and I promise you I will love you until the end of time.” 

I smiled softly and looked into his green eyes so full of love, “I love you too, Jensen. Thank you for loving me and Jazzy and becoming my husband. I’ll love you until the end of time.” 

Jensen pulled me close to him, grabbed the blanket and put it over us. “Good night, darlin’.” I laid my head on his chest, “Good night, baby.” The two of us drifted off to sleep thinking about how an unexpected friendship could lead to this beautiful family and incredible love we created together.

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Cherry Red:

In which Tara becomes obsessed with a new lipstick color on your neck. (making out, partying, alcohol - the typical stuff - just nothing beyond making out)

Warnings: swearing, partying, alcohol, girlxgirl make out, Tara x fem!reader, spicy fluff

Word Count: 780 | unedited

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You were excited for this party, but for one reason, and one reason only.

Tara Yummy.

As soon as you crossed the threshold of the club, a smile grew on your face as you seen Tara.

“Y/n!” She yells, hurrying over to pull you into a hug, “You’re here!”

“Yeah, sorry I’m late, I-“ you stop, tilting your head, “Are you drunk already?” You laugh as she nods, “Yeah, and we have to get you caught up. Come on.”

She takes your hand into hers, and pulls you through the crowd of people to the bar. From that point on, you were attached at the hip.

“Tequila shots please.”

“Oh, Tara. Tequila? To start my night?” You pretend to pout but you smile as she lays a hand on your cheek, “You’ll be fine.”

Her brows furrow, “What shade of lipstick is that?”

“It’s called Cherry Red.” You smirk, “Do you want some? I brought it with.”

“Oh my god, yes please. I’m obsessed, it looks so good on you!” She watches as you pull the tube from your small purse and she puckers her lips.

You smile as you uncap it, leaning in to press the colored stick against her lips and drag. You tilt your head, eyes flicking from hers back to her lips, “This color looks so pretty on you.”

“You’re too sweet!” She turns as the bartender sets down the small glasses and you step forward, taking yours as she hands it to you, “For you.”

“For me.” You laugh, “Alright. Here to..”

“Us.” She winks and wraps her arm around yours and you both take your shots.

The first shot was rough, but after a few, you were loosening up pretty good.

You were on the dance floor, Tara right next to you.

You smiled as you scream out the song lyrics with her, holding her hand above her head as she spun around and danced with you.

“I’m going for another drink.” You point to the bar and Tara nods, “I’ll come with you!”

You lead her to the bar and after a few shots, they started tasting like you really wanted to kiss her.

Her laugh captivated you fully, her smile only made it worse. As soon as she looked at you, you went for it.

You places your hand on the side of her head, pulling her towards you as you moved in. Your lips landed on hers and it was instant sparks — Tara felt them, too.

Her hands slid down your arms from your wrist, moving to grip your hips as she pulled you closer. Your lips moved in a perfect sync and your tongues battled one another for dominance, but it was a constant fight.

Her lips trailed down your neck and she giggles as she leans back, “See.” She bites her lip as her eyes meet yours, “I told you I was obsessed with this lipstick color on you.”

You smile, shaking your head as you pull her back in for another kiss.

She trails down the other side of your neck, marking it with her Cherry Red lip prints, “Fuck, that looks so hot on you.”

“The lipstick or your kiss marks?” You tease, tilting your head as she laughs, “I mean, both, but my lips marking up your skin just come in a-“ she holds up her fingers, “Teeny bit more.”

You smile, laughing as you look around, “Let’s go back there, I’m not done kissing you yet.”

You grab your drink, as she does, and she follows you to the back corner of the room. The red lights illuminate the area around you set your drink on the table and sit down. Tara sets her down as she sits down on the couch next to you and leans over.

Your hand slides down her side, pulling her in closer as her lips move with yours once more.

You didn’t care about anything but her right now, and it was the same for her with you.

You tilt your head back as she coats your skin with more prints, giggling as she overlooks her work.

You bite your lip, reaching up to wipe beside her lips with your thumb, “Your lipstick is smudged.” She reaches up, doing the same action to you, “So is yours.”

You smirk, “It’s worth it.”

She nods, leaning in to kiss you, “So worth it.”

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Thank you for reading. I love you all and I’ll catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[tsp-narrator-ask]

ANNOUNCEMENT TIME:

I MADE A VIDEO GAME!

also the shrimp is DEAD. Get over it, I’m not just a Stanley parable fan.

“WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!”

You may ask…

I have decided to REBRAND this account, I know I know, not the best thing to do.

But since this is the only place I have a following (no one looks at my main account) I wish to share my NEW Interests in life/what I’ve been up to!

IM NOW A GAME DEV!!!

(Sorta-)

you see I’m only starting out, but I MAKE VIDEO GAMES NOW! I’m going into games and toy design for college instead of animation

(to be frank, I just didn’t have the chops for a full time animation interest, as much as it’s my passion, I also LOVE interactive media and physical media. SO VIDEO GAME CREATION IT IS!!

Starting now I’ll be posting my coding stuff on this account! The re-brand will be slow going, changing the look of my page soon.

If you like horror games with dumb ways to die/ sarcastic responses when you click random things then try out

DELIRIOUS DUMP

(SOON TO BE PUT UP on my itch.io page)

(LINK TO PAGE: https://artist-from-hell.itch.io/ )

It’s a point and click multiple ending HORROR GAME depending on what you click/what items you use!

I worked on/am credited for most of the art assets and help with story development!

You could also try my FIRST GAME I ever made

(Currently up on my page:

RAPUNZELL’S FATE

a text based choose your own adventure game with sprite are scattered between section/endings. This game is a multiple ending game with at LEAST 10 different endings!

(Once again FREE to play but accepting donations)

(Sadly College DOESN’T pay for itself, and I have two jobs just to do this.)

That’s NOT ALL!! I’ll also be posting about the OTHER game stuff I’ve been making!

I’m currently working on my own stand alone game “THE SEARCH (Into The Mythos)”

(based off of a “Call Of Cthulhu” Campaign I’ve been playing with my friends.)

This game will be solely coded by me, art direction/sprite work also by me, story telling aspects will be a mix of my own re-writes, and original scripting from my friends @shadow-commet and (the other who prefers not to be named)

Feel free to stick around or follow me to check out what I’ve got in store!

(Feel free to ask questions if any of this is confusing/sincere)

SINCERELY: Juniper ✨

[atsadi-shenanigans]

And she’s done! Got WSWB all typed up, drafting done, and a few more chapters to post!

Gonna take a little time off, because I gotta work on my original stuff, but the updates for this one will continue on time. And I’ve already started writing the next part as well. Not quite sure what I’m gonna call it? But I’ll have that figured out before the last chapter gets posted.

In the meantime, i’m eating my Thanksgiving meal today.

[venuswarmlight]

I was hoping to request a jealous Mizu x reader, like maybe she sees reader joking around with Tenzin and she gets really jealous. Idk maybe something along those lines ig. Tbh you can do whatever really, I just want some jealous Mizu x reader stuff. Sorry if this sounds too vague😓, Anyway thank you 🩷🖤

I hope I didn’t read this too late! A lot of things happened but what matters now is that I can keep writing. Hope you enjoyed it, i did it femreader bc I assumed you wanted it that way(I ALSO DIDNT FIND A GIF FOR THIS IM SO SORRY itS BEEN MONTHS I DONT USE TUMBLR)

Warnings: nsfw at the end. Not very proofread. Taigen acting like a man in the 1600’s. BAD ENGLISH.

Notes: Reader is an archer. Idk I’ll be adding more

Jealous!Mizu x Fem!Reader.

Having a mercenary girlfriend was the best thing that happened to you, from the first time you two met until now your only work was following her like a puppy through the villages and kicking asses to the ground like the badass you were, and of course the cozy nights were you both trained your fighting skills next to a lake just to end it by making out until her hands were already in your chest, desperate for blowing off some steam. Your life next to Mizu was great, yeah, but thanks to an unfortunate serious of events you weren’t the only ones in a campfire nearby that forest lake. At least for now.

“I’ll see if there’s another rabbit out there.” Mizu got up from the snowy ground, and looked at you. “Scream if Taigen gets too nosy.” She said as she dead-stared at the man sitting next to you.

“I’ll be fine, but thank you.” You smiled at her and went back to polishing your arrows, while Taigen was doing literally anything but looking at you with curiosity.

After a few minutes you finally broke the ice between you and him, your voice as soft as a feather while you spoke “You’re staring, you know that?”

He immediately realized and turned his head to the campfire smoke, loosing himself in the front view. “I’m sorry, I’m just.. Surprised.” He answered later, hesitant.

“Of what?” Your eyebrows furrowed, and you lifted your gaze to look at him, concerned.

“Well, women like you are not usually seen in these conditions.. Much less with a man like him.” His words intrigued you, what did he meant by this? You inhaled deeply as you kept doing your work, finally storing the arrows in their respective case.

“I find myself very comfortable where I am right now, I don’t know what you m-”You were interrupted by Taigen, he turned himself getting in front of you.

“You’re too pretty to be an archer instead of living in an estate with a rich man.”

Oh. So this is what he meant. Your eyes widened and you started laughing, covering your mouth of embarrassment, honestly it was uncomfortable and out of place but you decided to take it as a compliment AND as a dare. Purposely changed the subject to avoid personal questions and scolded him, pushing him playfully. “Hey! My appearance has nothing to do with my abilities.”

Taigen chuckled, not pushing you back but being more confident with his approaching attitude. “I’m just saying the truth, you should-”

“Oh, yeah, that’s enough!” You jumped onto him, making him fall into the snow and taking him by surprise, his head bounced a bit on the ground, disoriented.

“What is wrong with you!?”

“Can’t fight a woman back? You must be shitting your pants right now, what a shame.” You spilled, sarcastically, but that dominance fell when he grabbed your hands placed in his chest and used it as a support to push you to the right, shifting positions, now his body was topping you, his hands immobilizing yours by pressing hard on your upper torso.

“Not bad.. But still not as good as me.” He proudly said, suddenly you kicked his butt with your knee from the back, making him loose his strength in your wrists, you repeated his last movement, ending again in how you started that silly fight, your giggles and laughters filled the forest’s natural sounds, and suddenly you totally forgot that Mizu could come back anytime and find you two in this compromising position.

You and Taigen struggled there for a few minutes, what he thought that would be a stupid kid’s fight turned into a challenge, even if it didn’t look like it, he started recognizing how.. Incredible you were, your smooth but hard blows, the little screams you made when you felt like you were gonna loose, now he understood.

How lucky Mizu was for having a girl like you.

You finished the fight by enlazing your fingers with an iron grip around his neck, and your other hand threatening his face with your fist, but you forgot that Taigen’s hands were still free. He grabbed your waist and managed to make you fall on your back as he stood up from the ground and made you loose your grip on his neck, his legs immobilizing yours and his hands putting your wrists above your head, his uncontrolled breathing crashing against your nose as he laughed. “Defeated.”

Before you could answer, you saw a third person kick Taigen’s body from the side, just in the ribs, making him fall to the ground, almost burning his whole body next to the campfire, you sat up quick and looked at him first, then looked up at your side, a tall figure with a dead bunny grabbed by the ears in front of you, those blue unsettling eyes staring at you with the coldest countenance. You knew right there and then she was mad as hell.

“Training without me?” Mizu got on her knees to the campfire to roast the rabbit, not caring about Taigen’s prolly broken rib (not really). You stood up to clean your clothes and sit next to her, nervous. You weren’t doing anything wrong, but still.

“We were just playing.” You excused yourself, trying to make her look at you, but no. She was ignoring you.

Instead of answering, her gaze turned out to Taigen, who was struggling to recover from that fucking kick that hurt as hell. “You’re getting too comfortable here, aren’t you?” Her tone was noticeably passive-aggressive, her grip on the roasting stick was tightening.

“That wasn’t fucking necessary! Fuck, it hurts..” He yelled, finally sitting a bit far from you two, you could feel the tension building heavier and thicker in the ambiance.

It was so uncomfortable you felt like you had to go. “I’m gonna wash my hands before eating, I won’t be long.” You got up to escape the funeral situation you were just in, but a hand grabbed yours, making you stop, you looked back with concern, Mizu was behind you with that angry gaze, sending shivers down your spine.

“It’s too dark to go alone.” She said, then looked at Taigen “Take care of the dinner, don’t screw it up.” He was about to talk but instantly shut his mouth like he knew if he talked he could end up dead.

You tried to forget her toxic behavior as you two disappeared yourselves into the woods, the moonlight making the path for both, the silence feeding your ‘I’m fucked’ thoughts and increasing more when you felt her grip on your hand tightening, she ended up dragging you to a not so far place, finally letting out your hand. The only thing you could look was her back and her little black bun.

“What was that?” She spat, aggressively turning herself and hoovering over you.

“I told you we were just playing.“You stepped back, but unconventionally bumped with a tree behind you, before you could realize, Mizu had you cornered, your chest rising and falling against hers as she looked down at you.

“It didn’t look like it.” And the jigsaw puzzles connected in your head. She was jealous.

“Are you doing this because you’re-”

”Maybe. Seeing my dove pinned down by a bald monkey it’s not funny.” Her words were sharp, you didn’t even know how to answer.

Your hand gently caressed her cheek, making her gaze softened as she looked at you. “You’re the only one in my heart.” You whispered, dragging her closer to your face, her hands traveling down your curves and grabbing your hips tightly, your heat already increasing its temperature as it mets her knee, rubbing your core tentatively.

“I still want to fuck that pretty smile outta’ you.” Her lips attacked you like an animal, making you whimper and moan against her watery mouth, her knee making you hump on it desperately and your inner thoughts begging for mercy cause’ this night was going to hit you hard and long.

[ladyeyrewrites]

Bun in the Oven

Rated M

Chapter 3/4

2990 Words

Chapter three of trans!Tommy mpreg 8x07 rewrite

Read from Chapter One

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

Tommy was definitely pregnant.

Eight weeks as far as the doctor could tell from the ultrasound.

But Buck couldn’t let himself feel excited. That wouldn’t be fair to either of them, not when Tommy seemed so scared, so likely to decided to terminate the pregnancy. So many times in his life he’d set himself up for disappointment by failing to manage his expectations and he wasn’t about to do that again. Because that would bring about an even worse heartbreak than Tommy suddenly deciding that Buck was incapable of being happy with Tommy long term and ending things without so much as a by your leave. Letting himself picture a life with Tommy and their kid only for it to be snatched away before it could come to fruition would break Buck and he knew it.

So, he tried not to get excited. Tried not to anticipate anything at all.

After the appointment, they sat in the Jeep together. Tommy stared at the ultrasound printout, at the blurry little blob that had just started to develop limbs and discernible eyes and ears.

“What do you want to do?” Buck asked.

“I want to think,” said Tommy, on the edge of snappishness.

“I know that,” said Buck. He wasn’t expecting Tommy to come to a decision right away. It made sense that he’d want to weigh his options. “I meant, do you want to go home or back to my place?”

Tommy sighed. “I need to get the truck, and then I want to go home. I think I need space to make this decision.”

“Okay,” said Buck. “And just so you know, I’ll support whatever choice you make, just please don’t disappear on me. I don’t think I could take that.”

Tommy nodded. “I’ll call you,” he said. “Once I’ve figured things out.”

“You’d better,” said Buck. “And we still need to have a proper conversation.”

“I know.” Tommy scrubbed a hand over his face. “One thing at a time though, okay?”

“Okay,” said Buck.

#

“So, how’d things go with Tommy?” Maddie asked over the phone as Buck was getting ready for bed.

“Not sure yet,” said Buck. “We were able to talk about some things, but not everything.”

“Think you’ll get back together?” Maddie asked.

Buck grimaced and flopped down on his bed. His bed that Tommy had slept in the night before, leaving that glorious scent of his all over Buck’s sheets. The healthy thing would be to wash the sheets, eliminating Tommy’s scent, but Buck wasn’t feeling particularly healthy. “I don’t know,” he said. “There’s still stuff we gotta talk through. I just – what if he runs away again?” Despite Tommy having promised not to run, Buck couldn’t help but fear he would, because that’s what people did: they left.

Maddie sighed. “Are you sure it’s worth getting your hopes up, Buck?”

It was Buck’s turn to sigh. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I think I’ll regret it if I don’t try.” And that was true. No matter what choice Tommy made, Buck would always wonder about the might-have-beens if he didn’t tell Tommy he wanted to try again. Maybe with couples’ therapy. Scratch that; they were definitely going to counselling if they got back together. But that would have to wait until Tommy made a choice. “But the ball’s in Tommy’s court right now.”

“Okay,” said Maddie. “I hope it works out. I just don’t want you to get hurt more than you already are. I think that you have to trust the universe is gonna bring you a special person. Whether that’s Tommy or someone else.”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” he said. Although Buck was beginning to wonder if maybe part of his problem was that he trusted the universe too much. Bobby had said a while ago that he kept letting relationships happen to him rather than taking an active role in them, and he’d tried to fix that with Tommy. Maybe he’d tried to force it into something it wasn’t, but sitting back and waiting for things to fall into place just seemed like the wrong move.

They chatted a bit more about Jee and Maddie’s day at work before hanging up.

Buck lay awake most of that night, drowning in Tommy’s scent, dreaming of a future together despite himself.

#

Buck had been worried that he wouldn’t be able to play it cool on shift the next day. That was part of the reason why he spent the morning in the kitchen, prepping lunch – more baking.

“All right, guys, lunch is up.” He pulled the baked ziti out of the oven.

“Smells amazing,” said Hen. “What are we having?”

“Fresh-baked garlic bread, baked ziti, and bread pudding for dessert,” Buck said as the team gathered around to get a whiff of the food. He was too pre-occupied thinking about Tommy and what he was thinking about to relish in the praise the team heaped on him.

“Since when did you become a master baker?” Eddie asked.

“Uh, when Tommy dumped me,” said Buck. “Now, whenever I feel tempted to reach out to him, I just—”

“Bake?” Eddie finished his sentence.

And it was still true, only now it was because Buck wanted to give Tommy the space to make the decision, he needed to make without feeling like Buck was pressuring him in any direction.

“I know, it, uh, it sounds dumb,” said Buck taking in his teammate’s faces.

“It’s not dumb,” said Bobby. “You found a coping skill to deal with cravings. We do the same thing in recovery.”

Bobby patted Buck on the back while Buck tried to come up with words to describe what he was feeling without giving the game away. “Well, I don’t feel anywhere near recovered,” he said. “What I feel is a tractor beam pulling me towards my phone to see if he’s texted me.” Buck gestured towards his phone with one hand as he carried the tray of garlic bread over to the table.

Hen and Eddie followed after him with bowls and plates to set the table.

“I know that feeling,” said Eddie. “Stay strong, man.” Which actually didn’t make any sense to Buck unless Eddie was talking about Shannon because he’d been pretty brutal in booting Ana out of his life and Buck hadn’t seen any pining for Marisol or Kim coming from Eddie’s camp, not with the Christopher of it all hanging over his head.

Buck sighed and grabbed up his phone from the table and happened to catch the text bubbles in his chat with Tommy. Something caught his eye: three little bubbles at the bottom of the chat. “Oh, my God,” he didn’t mean to say out loud. What if Tommy was texting to tell him he’d come to a decision? Buck stared at his phone, waiting for a text to come through.

“What?” Hen asked.

“He’s bubbling me,” said Buck, not sure if that was a phrase he just made up or not. “Tommy’s bubbling me right now.”

“So, what did he say?” Hen asked as she and Eddie gathered around Buck.

Buck kept staring at the screen. It seemed too soon for Tommy to have decided, and Buck didn’t know what that meant. Did it take longer to decide to keep a pregnancy or to get rid of it? He had no idea.

The chat bubbles kept bubbling away.

And then they vanished. “They went away,” said Buck. “I don’t get it.” Had Tommy not made a choice after all? Or had he decided it was a conversation he didn’t want to have over text? But Buck couldn’t let on that he knew why Tommy was texting him, so he added. “Why would he type, type, type and then not send anything?” He looked between Hen and Eddie as if they could possibly know.

“Maybe he just changed his mind,” said Hen in that annoyingly calm and soothing tone she used on him when he was being over-the-top.

“You think I should call him, right?” Buck asked. Because what if something had happened while Tommy was typing, and he’d dropped his phone and wasn’t able to finish whatever he’d been typing.

“Definitely not,” said Hen returning to the table.

“What if he’s in trouble and he needs my help?” Buck asked. That didn’t seem too out of the ordinary a thing for him to ask right? That wouldn’t immediately point to Buck being worried that maybe Tommy was having a miscarriage or something right now? It was perfectly normal to be worried about his ex whom he’d thought was his endgame only a couple weeks ago.

“That’s probably not it,” said Eddie. But what did he know?

“Yeah, I’m gonna call,” said Buck. He closed out of the text chain and went to press the call button on Tommy’s contact card.

And then Eddie snatched his phone straight out of his hands. “Sorry, can’t let you do that, buddy.” Eddie put his hands behind his back and passed Buck’s phone to Hen

“Okay. Come on, give it back,” said Buck, trying to keep an even temper. “Come on, give it back. I’m serious.”

“It’s for your own good,” said Hen, tossing his phone to Eddie again.

And a surge of anger roared through Buck. while his friends played keep away because what if Tommy needed him? What if something had happened? What if they broke his phone and Tommy wasn’t able to get a hold of Buck?

“Guys, give it back, I mean it,” he snapped and something in his tone must have alerted his friends to the fact that he was very much not amused because Eddie gave his phone back looking chastened.

“Sorry, man, just trying to keep you from making a mistake.”

“Oh, so you think me actually trying to get some closure on a relationship I really wanted to work is a mistake?” Buck asked.

Eddie flinched. “No,” he said. “If that’s what you need and something Tommy can give you, that’s great.”

“We just don’t want you to get hurt again, Buck,” said Hen in her mom voice which Buck didn’t usually take issue with but right now it grated on his nerves.

“You guys do know I’m thirty-three, right?” he asked. “That I’ve actually been in serious relationships before, and I know how to have an adult conversation with an ex?”

His friends wouldn’t look him in the eye.

“If I want to call Tommy, I’ll call him. But right now, I’m giving him some space because that’s what I told him I’d do when I saw him yesterday.”

“Wait, you saw Tommy yesterday?” Chim, who’d been remarkably absent from the conversation, asked. “I thought it was the day before. That’s why we had to take a rain check on dinner.”

Buck sighed. “Yeah, I saw him both days,” he said. This conversation was getting away from him.

“You didn’t, you know,” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Did you?”

“No, we did not sleep together,” said Buck. “He came over. We talked. It got late and so we continued the conversation the next day. We’re not back together.”

“Do you want to be?” Bobby asked.

Buck hesitated before nodding. “Yeah, but if Tommy says he doesn’t then I gotta respect that, right? You can’t exactly make a relationship work if only one side even wants to be in a relationship.”

Bobby nodded.

And at that moment, Chief Simpson appeared wanting a word with Bobby, but Buck was too preoccupied thinking about Tommy to worry about that. He did reconsider calling Tommy though. If he’d come to a decision about the pregnancy, he probably didn’t want to have that conversation while Buck was at the firehouse, and they could be overheard.

Waiting until he was off shift to text though was agony.

#

Buck found himself scooping out cookie dough after his shift ended and he’d texted to see if Tommy was okay. His phone rang and for a moment he hoped it was Tommy, but no, it was Maddie. Not that he wasn’t glad to talk to his sister, but she’d probably ask him about Tommy, and he didn’t have the energy to talk around the truth or lie to her right now.

“You weren’t baking, were you?” Maddie asked.

“Uh, no,” said Buck. “Not technically yet. Did Chim tell you?”

“The gift basket full of baked goods you sent home with him may have tipped me off,” said Maddie “And whatever you’re doing that’s not technically baking, you need to stop, cuz you have plans.”

Buck sighed. “Plans? Uh, what are you talking about?” he kept scooping cookie dough.

“Remember when I told you that the universe was gonna send a special person your way?” Someone knocked on the door as Maddie spoke.

Buck wiped off his hands and picked up the phone. He really did not have the bandwidth to deal with his sister setting him up with someone right now, not with everything going on. Not that Maddie knew about any of that, though. “A blind date? Maddie, I’m not ready for that yet. One second.” He answered the door, thinking he’d find Tommy there only for it to turn out to be Maddie, Chim, and Jee.

“Here she is,” said Maddie with a grin. Gesturing to Jee who smiled up at him in multi-coloured cardigan and a tea shirt with flowers printed on it.

Chimney was smiling too, but more in a way that said he was just trying to humour Maddie and wasn’t entirely sure if this was a good idea or not.

“Well, when you said special person, you didn’t say the most special person in the whole entire world,” Buck said, squatting to scoop Jee up into his arms. Because he could most definitely free up the bandwidth to spend time with his niece, no matter what was going on. “Come here, Jee. Oh, I got you.”

“We’ll be back by ten,” said Maddie.

“Jee, take care of your Uncle Buck,” said Chim.

And then they fled back down the hallway before Buck could protest.

“Okay,” said Buck, fully immersing himself in uncle mode. “I have been making cookie dough. So do you want chocolate chip, peanut butter, or snickerdoodle?” He plopped Jee on a mostly clean portion of the counter.

“I want all of them,” Jee declared.

“What?” Buck feigned surprise. “That’s the perfect answer.” And they got to work, all the while Buck mused about what it would be like for Jee to have a little cousin or what it would be like to bake cookies with his own kid someday – maybe even someday soon. He let himself indulge the fantasy while he showed Jee how to scoop the dough and place it on the cookie sheet.

They’d just finished scooping out the last of the cookie dough onto oven trays when there was a knock on the door. “Just a sec,” Buck called as he opened the oven and slid the cookie trays inside. He hurriedly set a timer on his phone before lifting Jee off the counter onto his hip and crossing to the door. It was too early for it to be Maddie and Chimney. Maybe it was Eddie come to check up on him after their shift.

And there was Tommy standing in his doorway for the second time that week. “Hey,” said Buck. “I thought you were going to call.”

Tommy shrugged. “I didn’t want to have this conversation over the phone or text.”

Buck didn’t think that sounded hopeful. “Okay, but it’s going to have to wait a bit.” He hefted Jee who squirmed to be put down. Buck obliged and she wrapped her arms around Tommy’s legs. “Tom Tom!”

“I didn’t know you were on Jee duty,” said Tommy, smiling broadly and ruffling Jee’s hair.

“Neither did I until Maddie and Chim dropped her off,” said Buck. It was crazy to him how despite everything going on – the break-up, the pregnancy, the uncertainty – being in the same room with Tommy calmed Buck down, grounded him. God, he wanted so badly to hold onto that feeling.

“I can come back later if you want,” said Tommy.

“No, it’s fine,” said Buck. “They’re just going to dinner. Should only be a couple hours.”

“You’re sure?” Tommy asked.

Buck lifted an eyebrow.

Tommy held up his hands in defeat. “Okay, yeah, I won’t question your feelings anymore.”

“Good,” said Buck. “Now, who wants cookie dough?” The last bit was directed more towards Jee than Tommy.

“Me!” Jee raised her hand and ran back towards the kitchen island.

“Probably shouldn’t what with the raw eggs and all,” said Tommy. He made a vague gesture towards his stomach that gave Buck a burst of hope. Surely, Tommy wouldn’t be thinking about the foetus’s health if he was planning to terminate the pregnancy?

But Buck shouldn’t get ahead of himself. Shouldn’t jump to conclusions. “No eggs,” he said. He’d gotten in the habit of setting aside some of his mixture before adding in eggs so that it’d be safe to eat – another break-up habit he’d thought only existed in Tommy’s favourite romcoms.

“I guess I’ll give some a try,” said Tommy, smiling at Jee.

Buck went to the freezer and grabbed the cookie dough while Tommy silently started cleaning up from Buck and Jee’s baking session. And it felt so lovely and domestic, and it made Buck yearn for that future he’d laid out to Tommy the night of the break-up: moving in together, getting married, having kids.

And he’d never felt closer to that dream or further from it. And even though he loved every moment he got to spend with Jee, for once he couldn’t wait for Maddie and Chim to come pick his niece up so that he and Tommy could talk. Not scream at each other or have a single-sided conversation – actually talk and listen.

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[rhiannonsknife]

blurb where reader has had an absolutely abysmal shift at work (spilling coffee all over herself, being yelled at, dropping glasses and breaking stuff) and just comes home and curls up like a cat in rhiannon’s lap and she’s like oh baby i will kill everyone at work for you xxx

my blurbs are gonna be a bit shorter while i work on my christmas fics but i hope you like this anyway anon <3

you trudge through the front door of the house, your clothes still faintly smelling of coffee from the spill that soaked through earlier in the day. you feet ache, your head throbs, and all you can think about is collapsing onto the couch and curl up in your girlfriend’s lap.

rhiannon is exactly where you hoped she’d be, lounging lazily with her legs propped up on the coffee table, tink nestled snugly against her side.

her gaze flicks up at the sound of the door creaking shut, and the moment her eyes land on you, her smile falters.

“christ, love, you look like hell,” she says, voice laced with concern.

you don’t even have the energy to quip back, just drop your bag by the door with a heavy thud and shuffle toward her. rhiannon straightens slightly, moving tink off her lap and making room for you.

she barely has time to adjust before you’re collapsing onto her, your face burying itself in the crook of her neck, your breath warm against her skin.

rhiannon’s arms wrap around you instinctively, holding you close. “that bad, huh?”

you manage a small nod, a muffled groan escaping your lips as she works out a particularly stubborn knot in your hair.

“was it claudia?” she guesses. “because i swear, one more passive-aggressive email from her and i'm going to-“

“it wasn’t just her,” you mumble against her neck, your voice muffled by her skin. “it was…everything. i spilled coffee all over myself, dropped about a million things, got yelled at for stuff that wasn’t even my fault. just…everything”

rhiannon clicks her tongue, a soft, soothing sound that’s accompanied by her free hand stroking slow circles against your back.

“idiots,” she mutters. “all of them. give me names!”

you huff a weak laugh. "what, so you can go on some kind of revenge spree?"

"yes," she answers, far too quickly and far too seriously.

you lift your head just enough to meet her gaze. she’s half joking, sure, but it's still rhiannon, so you're not entirely convinced she wouldn't do it.

“you can’t kill all my coworkers, rhee,” you say, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite yourself.

“watch me,” she counters without missing a beat, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “but fine, i’ll settle for cheering you up instead. if that helps?”

her hands slide down to your waist, tugging you closer as she leans back on the couch. “what’s the plan, then? take-out? a stupid movie? a bath?”

you let out a long sigh, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly as the warmth of her touch and the comfort of her presence starts to melt away the day’s frustrations.

“all of the above?”

“done,” she says with a grin, brushing her nose against yours. “but just so you know, i’m still keeping the murder option on the table. in case you change your mind!”

you laugh, properly this time, your chest feeling just a little bit lighter. “you’re ridiculous!”

[justaticklishdeer]

Radio's Not Dead

hi. this is a bitttt more heavy than the stuff I usually post (its still a tickle fic!) but I felt like traumatizing alastor.

ler Rosie, lee alastor

TWS (there's a lot to unpack): Implied non con, panic attack, mental breakdown, arguing, light sh, that vibe. its a lot and I'm so sorry.

again, I am so terribly sorry for traumatizing him and being a bit heavy with it <3

Word count: 2k

It had been seven years. Seven years since Alastor had been heard from or seen anywhere in Pentagram City. It seemed so empty without the looming threat of a wendigo-like Overlord haunting the residents. Rosie was in her emporium, working with her clients as usual. She herself had wondered where Alastor had gone all those years. He had up and left without any words, any trace, and hint as to where he was. She sighs softly, pacing the emporium. Of course, Hell had settled down quite a bit after Alastor left.

But Rosie? She was left wondering where he had gone. All these years and not a single thing had been said to her about his whereabouts. It left her worried. She had been used to Alastor just randomly disappearing for a week or two (he supposedly had been self isolating,) but for him to go seven years without telling her? Concerning.

She snaps out of her trance-like state as a client walks up to her, asking about some of the essentials in her shop and how to use them. She walks them through the steps and watches as they wander off. After around an hour, she closes down the emporium for the night. All was quiet. She sighs, walking to prepare herself a cup of late night tea. 

Rosie sits down with her tea, quietly reading her book she had with her. A knock came to the door and she tilted her head. Nobody should’ve been here this late at night, especially after she had closed down for the night. “I’ll be there in a moment!” she calls out, setting down her things and going to the door. A disheveled, messy deer stood there. Alastor. 

‘Rosie-’ he starts. She shakes her head, walking a few steps back. ‘You–’ she cut herself off. ‘Seven years. Seven years, Alastor. And you didn’t think to come tell me? You never thought to warn me before you left for that long?” Rosie paces, her nails digging into her palm from the effort of trying not to cry. 

“Rosie, I-I couldn’t, it was sudden, I-’ Alastor tried, tears already pricking at the corners of his eyes. They burnt his eyes, making him actually start to cry. ‘Rosie! I-I didn’t mean to-to leave you, I-’ He takes a step forward, stumbling on his hooves. “Please…’ 

Rosie looks at him, somewhat angry, but also confused. ‘Why didn’t you tell me? You better have a damn good reason for leaving that long,’ she snaps at him. Through her anger and confusion, she didn’t fully notice how much Alastor was trembling. Alastor takes a step toward her, trying to grab for her hands. She steps back, not ready to accept whatever he had to say. He breaks down crying.

Rosie continues to talk. ‘Seven years! You couldn’t have left a note, or had someone tell me?” 

‘It was a deal, Rosie! I-I–my soul isn’t mine entirely anymore! I couldn’t–it was to save myself, it-’ he couldn’t get a full sentence out through frantic, panicked sobs. His body trembled and he pulled at his hair, pulling some out from how stressed he was. Alastor clings to himself, to try to cling to what sense of himself he had left. It all felt so empty, and did Rosie hate him now too?

Rosie stares at him in disbelief. ‘You sold your soul? Are you insane? You couldn’t have come to visit me first, you had to go to the hotel first?” She paces the room, her heels clicking on the floor. Alastor could be heard making another choked sob noise. ‘I couldn’t–my command–my-my order, her–she wanted–I couldn’t come first, Rosie, I–’ His cries got more frantic. ‘Please-’ 

Rosie continues. ‘You couldn’t have told your soul owner–soul owner!--to let you visit here first? I understand that you needed to go to the hotel, but you could’ve come to explain your situation to me!” she paces off into the kitchen to do something. 

As soon as she goes into the kitchen, Alastor absolutely breaks down sobbing. He clutches at his coat, his clothes, anything. He digs his claws into his palms only to feel pain from it. And somehow, it felt good. To finally have an outlet rather than just sobbing his eyes out when his soul owner abused him. No wonder he felt like shit.

“Rosie–?!’ he cries out. Trying to get her to come back, trying to get her to not leave him like everyone else did. Vox–he didn’t remember all too well. He just remembered Vox had tried to force himself onto Alastor, force himself onto him just to use him as some toy and leave. Alastor had been left broken, bruised, mentally shattered from the sheer absurdity of it all. He missed Vox in some twisted way. It was mainly the manipulation he had been put through of trying to please Vox so he would stay. 

He had done everything he could think of to please Vox. Ridiculous shows, being on television (once), writing the show scripts, laughing with him, being his lee to toy with. But then, Vox had gotten more touchy in ways he hadn’t liked. And when he spoke up, it all happened. 

He sobs harder, all his trauma seemingly coming back to him in waves. 

“Please, please, don’t leave me, you–only one I have left, please–I can't–don’t leave, please-’ Alastor sobs, frantically trying to cling to reality. He didn’t want to slip back into the hell he had already been through, he couldn’t do that again. He didn’t know he was going to go through all that. What Roo had put him through to even get his soul… He was trembling, and felt freezing. He pulled at his deer ears, clinging and digging his claws into them until he felt warm blood drip down his fingers. 

Nothing felt entirely there. He had almost forgotten Rosie was even there. ‘Please, please, don’t leave me, please–please–’ he begs, sobbing as he rocks himself. He could feel the blood still dripping down his fingers as he dug harder into his ears. ‘Please, I can’t lose you too, please, Rosie, please, please-’ Alastor clutched at his ears still. Then moved to pull at his hair again, pulling some out from the sheer panic and stress of thinking he was about to lose his closest friend, his mother figure, his platonic partner. 

‘Please…’ he whispers. 

Rosie was about to say something else, when she noticed the blood on her floor and the trembling, sobbing, broken soul on the ground. She sighs softly, pinching the bridge of her nose. ‘Alastor…’ She grabs his wrists, moving his hands off his ears. ‘Don’t, please. You’re bleeding. I’m sorry for yelling.’ She kneels down to take him into her arms. Alastor hiccups, his tears slowly stopping at the familiar warmth of her holding him. ‘I-I made a deal, th-that’s why I was gone,’ he whispers through trembles and hiccups.

Rosie gently strokes his hair. She reaches over to clean the wounds on his ears gently, taking warm water and a mild soap to clean the cuts. Alastor lets it happen, using his own magic to help assist with the healing. ‘You couldn’t tell me before you left? Shh, I’m not leaving. Don’t cry,’ she reminded gently when his breath hitched at the question. 

“I-I couldn’t say anything. R–’ the name caught in his throat as he tried to say it. Right. He couldn’t mention anything about the details of the deal he had made with Roo. He switches his words. ‘M-My soul isn’t…mine, Rosie.’ Rosie nods slightly, taking in what he had been through. From the looks of his earlier breakdown, he had been through a lot for the deal to be made. ‘Honey, are you able to tell me what happened?’ a shake of the head was her answer.

Rosie makes a soft noise, acknowledging his response. ‘Okay. Is there…is there anything you want me to do to try to help you recover from it? I just want to try to help you, sweetie. Nothing harmful.’ Alastor nods meekly. She gently sets him down on a nearby armchair. ‘Tea?” she asks softly. He nods, knowing she knew how to make it to his preference. 

She grabs the tea and brings it back to him. It had calming properties, which helped him be much more relaxed. Alastor smiles up at her, genuine. She returns the smile. ‘How are you feeling, sweetheart?” 

‘Happy. Relaxed. Good.’ Alastor swings his hooves, staring at them. They needed care, considering he hadn’t been able to care for them himself due to certain events. She chuckles softly. Alastor snuggles up to her, his tail wagging slow. This was the Alastor she knew. Not the one from earlier, not the intimidating radio host persona. Her Alastor. The soft, vulnerable little fawn she had found all those years ago when he dropped down to Hell. 

The one she had gently taught the rules of Hell to, the one she had taught how to grow and become one of Hell’s overlords. And clearly, she had done a good job of it. Alastor was half asleep on her. She felt a pang of guilt at seeing the blood still on the fur of his ears. She would admit she was a bit over reactive, but when someone you loved just vanished like that without a trace and came back with no explanation? It was hard to react ‘properly.’ 

Alastor snuggled up to her more. He clung to her like a lifeline, as if terrified she’d leave at any second. ‘Please don’t leave. Or hurt me,’ he pleads quietly. Her heart nearly broke at that. ‘I’m not going to hurt you, my fawn. You know I wouldn’t ever hurt you.’ Rosie strokes his ears gently to help lull him to sleep. She could feel herself getting tired as well. Alastor nods, slowly falling asleep. Every so often, his body would jerk him back awake. As Rosie kept stroking his ears, he fell asleep. Rosie did as well.

She woke up to him wanting her attention. Something she had always adored. He nuzzles up to her with a deer-like purr. Rosie laughs softly. ‘Always wanting pets, aren’t you?’ she comments, scritching behind his ears. He giggles softly, tilting his head. ‘Still ticklish, hun?’ She scribbles gently up and down his ears. He makes a little fawn squeak noise, nodding as he trembles from giggles and tries to get away. But the other part of him told him to push into it, to finally enjoy something. It was an amazing feeling compared to the abuse Roo had put him through.

Rosie seemed to notice and sighed gently. ‘You know, you can enjoy things again. It’s alright.’ 

She scribbles up and down the sides of his neck, which had purely childish giggles coming from him. It felt so nice to have gentle touches. “Mmm! Mhmhm!’ his tail begins to wag happily. He squirms a little, but not nearly enough to get away. He bleats like a fawn as Rosie’s long nails scritch under the fur to get to the sensitive skin behind his ears. It felt so hellishly ticklish. He arched his back as his ears flicked and tried to flatten from how much it was. He giggles all too happily.

‘Rohose–Rohohosie!’ he squeaks. Alastor’s giggles were light and airy as she scribbled up and down his neck again. Rosie smiles softly, murmuring, “You just needed a way to relax, honeybuck. And this is my way of helping.’ She gives him gentle tickles, up and down his neck, fluttering fingers around his ears, running her claws up and down his arms–a place he didn’t know could bring so much comfort, but it did. 

Alastor grinned up at her, all happy as his hooves kicked lightly. He wanted her to stay around his neck and arms, so that’s what she did. As his soft, happy giggles filled the room, Rosie could only think of one thing.

She was going to help him regain his strength, to help him try to heal from all the trauma that had happened to him during those seven years. She was sure, with enough work and care and effort, it was possible.

[ang3lofdivinity]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ 𝖲𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖳𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁! ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Relationship(s): Slightly Yandere!Sprout + GN!Toon!Reader

Genre: Fluff, some angst eventually

Format: Short story + headcanons

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, yandere/possessive behavior, otherwise none!

A/N: Sorry for such the long hiatus! School is CRAZY rn. + my life overall :’)). Take this Sprout stuff because I LOVE Dandy’s. Also, do note that the reader is a bit clumsy! Along with the fact this is a bit self indulgent.. (I promise, I’ll make Cosmo x Reader x Sprout stuff soon… trust)

Part 1: current | Part 2: In the works..

Now, this is an interesting circumstance you’ve gotten yourself into!

I wanna guess that you’re a toon that works in the diner along with Sprout, and Cosmo.

Maybe you’re a kinda dessert food item? Like, a Milkshake?

I also wanna say that you’re kinda like a waitress for the diner. Someone who runs out the food, rings in food, assigns people to different tables, etc.

You’re a hard-worker, someone who overachieves in their job. Working extra hours to help Sprout and Cosmo, and so on. You love your job, and you love your best-friends!

You and Cosmo’s friendship came before you and Sprout even knew each other. Sure, you’ve heard him be mention by others, especially Cosmo, but never really met him in person before. Well, up until Cosmo asked if you wanted to work with him and Sprout in the diner, given your experience working within the food industry before and such.

And after your interview and background check: you had officially started working as a waitress for the diner!

Cosmo was your only friend for a while, though you were cordial with Sprout- you just didn’t speak to him as much as you did Cosmo.

Though, that was until you had kitchen duty for the night.

You hummed along to the sound of the song that was playing in your headphones, washing dishes in the back of the kitchen while being oblivious to your surroundings. Placing the wet dishes and silverware on the drying mat in their respective places, you felt pleased with your work today and were in a decently good mood: no rude customers, you didn’t have to clean up most of the diner today… it was all going well!!

Well, that was until afterwards.

You checked over everything, making sure every little thing was in its proper place for the night so you could finally clock out for the night.

See, your job here at the diner is simple: serve as a waitress for the costumers, do any extra work such as doing the dishes after closing hours and sweeping the floors, and then finally clock out for the night. Simple as ever, right?

You enjoy your job. You like living here with the rest of the toons in the neighborhood! Sure, you have those bad days that always get you in a sour mood- but everyone has that problem eventually! It’s not just you. Besides, your friends are always gonna be there to help!

Finishing up your business in the kitchen, you sighed. Today was a busy day, and it had DRAINED you! So now, it was time to go home and relax, eat something, and then pass out for the night. It’s a routine that you enjoy. And on the days that you have off from work are pretty uneventful, but still enjoyable in the long run.

Turning on your heel, you began walking towards the corridor so you could head off and grab your stuff to clock out, before you suddenly stopped.

..why does it feel like you’re forgetting something.

Your brows furrowed, trying to make yourself move forward- but you couldn’t. You physically couldn’t move forward anymore and you have no clue WHY.

Taking a deep breath, you turn to look behind you where you see you’ve left one of the cupboards open! (You swear you closed it, but I guess you just simply forgot to and convinced yourself that you did).

So, you do what you were supposed to do: close it.

But the moment your foot lands when you’re so close to it, though, you feel yourself slipping. Your arms flail wildly, reaching for anything solid to latch onto as the world blurs and spins around you.

With a very futile attempt, you tried to stop your fall by grabbing onto the nearest— ….

…

Something just grabbed you.

Instead of the inevitable crash, you’re caught.

Though, with your eyes screwed shut with fear, you’re too nervous to see what happened. Your breath comes in short gasps as you cling tightly to whatever—whoever—has kept you upright. Clinging onto whatever you can to keep you from getting any more bruises than your clumsy self gets on a normal basis already is better than nothing.

If staying like this means you’re safe, then you’re willing to stay like this for—

“..You good?”

A voice spoke up. It’s.. rather closer than you would’ve thought, it’s almost as if it was right next to you kinda close. This doesn’t sound like someone you know like Cosmo, but it does sound familiar in some way that you can’t put your finger on.

Slowly, your eyes open up.

And what do you see?

..Sprout!

Your best guess is that he probably came into the kitchen while you were walking back, and you hadn’t noticed him until now. Or something banal like that, like in those silly rom-com movies.

To describe Sprout himself… : He’s strawberry that only wears a white scarf with pink stripes wrapped around his neck that also drapes over his back. He has five mint green, simple leaves, three of which rest atop their head while the other two cover his forehead like bangs. He has dark, red blush with three black freckles on each cheek. His limbs are a vivid shade of light red with white gloves covering both hands. You can’t see anything other than that- but you know that he was white and punk striped socks, and a friendship bracelet to match with Cosmo.

Cosmo’s excited look when he showed you his.. it still replays in your mind.

You pop yourself out of your reverie, blinking repeatedly as you focus back on Sprout.

“Oh—yeah—sorry!” You squeaked out, attempting to gather yourself. But you were still too stunned to move, body frozen in place due to the shock. Realizing you weren’t going to get up anytime soon, you sighed, feeling a little defeated.

Sprout didn’t hesitate. “I’ll get you checked out. Here—” he said, scooping you up in his arms before you could protest.

Your face IMMEDIATELY flushed a deep pink as he lifted you bridal style, causing your heart to race even faster.

You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. All you could do was wrap your arms around his neck, your embarrassment overwhelming her as you held on tight to him.

It wasn’t meant to be such a romantic gesture, simply just trying to help you!

..right?

“Thank you, Sprout..”

That was your first ever meeting!

Cliché, no?

But: you were safe, alive, and your injuries all got healed up (which were a couple burns on your hands from using water which was too warm, and a few cuts here and there).

You found out the reason that he even caught you in the first place is because he had rounded the corridor when you just started walking back over into the kitchen! He had come to check up on you and your work so far because it was late at night.

You thanked Sprout tenfold, offering to do nearly anything as payback for helping you.

Which he then.. forced you to take some baking lessons with him.

He needed more bakers, after all!!

You wondered how this would turn out…

TO BE CONTINUED..

A/N: IM SORYRYRYE. This is such a bad drabble. It’s 1 am as we speak bro.

[hughesysgirl28]

Pairings: Luke Hughes x Hischier!oc, brother!Nico Hischier x sister!oc, platonic!Timo Meier x platonic!oc, (other pairings in this story are all platonic unless stated otherwise)

Summary: Luke meets the new media girl aka his Captains little sister

Warnings: none!

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Chapter 1

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Celia was nervous well only slightly nervous. She’d have her older brother Nico with her. Why she was slightly nervous? Today was her first day as a media girl for the New Jersey Devils. Her brothers team. She only knew her brother Nico, her best friend Timo, and Jonas.

Currently she was in the car with Nico on the way to the Devils morning practice. Today she’d actually meet the team and get to know the ropes of the job instead of actually doing real stuff yet.

“We’re here.” Nico said to her as he parked in the players parking area. The girl nods unbuckling and getting out the car. She takes deep breaths as she and Nico walk into the arena.

Nico showed her where the media team was then went off to the locker room as she introduced herself.

“Okay so first you’re going to meet the team then we’ll show you the ropes.” Emma, the girl who would show her around today said to her. “Sounds good.” Celia said with a nod.

They then walked out to the rink and to the bench standing in it waiting for the boys to start piling out. The first was Nico who just ruffled her hair making her swat his hand away. A few of the others including Jonas came out and they were all nice making her feel better about everything and now she wasn’t a bit nervous.

She had yet to see Timo who she was hoping to be able to surprise if Nico hadn’t of told him about her new job yet.

Then out through the tunnel came this tall boy, number 43. Celia stared at him as he came out. He didn’t have his helmet on yet so she got to see his perfect curly hair clearly.

“Luke! This is Celia. One of our new media team members.” Emma said waving him over to wear the two girls stood on the bench. The boy froze staring at her when he saw her.

“Hey.” The Swiss girl said almost in awe.

“Hey.” He said seemingly also in awe.

They stood like that for a bit until they heard someone shout “Lia!” It was Timo Meier. The girl snapped out of her trance running over to the entrance of the tunnel past Luke hugging Timo instantly. “Timo!” The girl exclaimed as her best friend hugged her back.

“You didn’t tell me you were here!” Timo exclaimed almost shocked. “Well I’ll be here for a while.” Celia said backing away from the hug.

She had noticed Luke had gone out onto the ice after she had run to hug Timo. “She’s the new media girl Timo.” Emma said with a smile.

After saying that it sure did make Timo’s smile wider. “You mean I’ll be stuck with you everyday?” Timo asked with a teasing tone. “You act like you hate the idea of that.” Celia grins knowing he was only joking with her. “You never know.” Timo chuckled then went out onto the ice for practice.

The rest of the work day was Emma showing her the ropes of everything. After that her, Timo, Nico, and a few others went out for drinks.

[a-dumbass-jester]

Just had my first breakdown as a 17 y/o ( ✌︎'ω')✌︎ (I think? Pretty sure this is the first one)

Hey massive tw if you read the tags

[samandcolbyownme]

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

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

Word Count: 12.1K | unedited

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam cringes, “oh god.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Colby laughs, repeating nightmare a few times.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Spooky haunted hotel!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know.” You groan, “I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smile and nod, “Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Colby laughs sarcastically and you laugh at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine.” You groan with a smirk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He raises his brows, “What the fuck.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam sighs, “The morgue.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nods, “Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck!?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam nods, “Yeah, it could just be a-“

You cut him off, “The cat ball!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.” You nod, “Good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good.” You nod, “I’m good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Colby starts freaking out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, “Yeah, he does.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“one.”

“two.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you and Sam both nod, “Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me… where you are now.”

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

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

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

“I’ve worked here..”

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

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

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

“We are..” you pause, “Gone..”

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

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

“patience.”

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

You cut him off, “A man.”

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

“God was here.”

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

”I’m in the room.”

Sam gasps as Colby raises his hands to his face.

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

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

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

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

you cut Colby off, “In the corner.”

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

“glass.”

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

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

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

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

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

“what’s your job, or-“

you cut Sam off, “I am here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, “Just crazy.”

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

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

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

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

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