Death Note Characters with a FtM S/O
(Note that I am FtM and this is self indulgent, consisting of what I would want. Not all FtM people experience gender as I do, this is written from my experience for those with a similar one)
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✍"I know"
✍This man is a genius. He noticed your friends using a different name and connected the dots
✍If you have dysphoria, he will buy you a binder and a packer and whatever else you need
✍He let's you borrow his clothes for some reason??? Like, he already did this, but now even more so? It feeds his god complex, seeing you look even a little bit like him
✍Totally tries to get you to get a haircut similar to his. Now his god complex is even more fueled
✍He transitions from calling you goddess to"fellow god" and it sounds really funny
✍Will write down the names of ANYONE who bullies you (which he did anyway but now in a much angrier fashion)
✍Gender doesn't matter to him anyway but he will always respect your pronouns to keep his fellow god happy
L
🍰Stares at you like this 👁👄👁
🍰He knew but didn't think you'd ever tell him because he knows he can be an asshole
🍰Glares menacingly at anyone who deadnames or misgenders you
🍰"I don't recall there being anyone named (deadname) in here. Did you confuse dreams with reality again, Matsuda? Sometimes I question whether you're fit for this job..."
🍰Then he just takes a bite of cake
🍰Literally will do anything to help with your dysphoria
🍰Watari is beginning to feel like an errand rat because he always have to buy random shit
🍰Extra cuddles on bad dysphoria days. He's already a cuddle man, but even more so when you're suffering
🍰Hypocrite. Will tell you off for not taking care of yourself
🍰If you wear a binder too long, he will stare at you until you ask what's wrong
🍰"Wash that thing"
Matsuda
💕Had no idea
💕Now he feels like a terrible boyfriend. Go comfort him!
💕HELP HIM
💕He spoils you ROTTEN. Six binders, different types of packers, manly man clothes
💕STOP HIM OR YOU'LL BOTH GO BROKE-
💕You need to remind him you aren't trying to be a stereotype. Just Y/N
💕Would fight anyone who was transphobic to you and get his ass whooped
💕He just wants to see you happy!
💕You don't call him useless like everyone else, so this is how he repays you
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🎲"Transgender? Now what on Earth is that?"
🎲For someone so smart, he's clueless about things like that
🎲So you explain it to him
🎲"So that explains your behavior "
🎲Wants you to feel special, but he is a baby and doesn't know how to support you
🎲SPK members buy you packers, binders, and other things on his behalf
🎲Makes a new finger puppet for you. He tries to make it more masculine
🎲It actually looks good
🎲He won't remind you to change your binder or wash your stuff like L would
🎲He literally can't. He's used to others doing things for him. Not because he's spoiled, it's just all he's ever known
Mello
🍫"And?"
🍫Doesn't care. He's not insensitive, it just doesn't matter to him. Who cares if your a guy, gal, or neither?
🍫A few hours later though he'd feel bad for his roughness and buy you a box of chocolates to make up for it
🍫Will tease that in order to be the manliest man you need a fancy scar like him
🍫If it bothers you he'll stop though. He's good at picking up on emotions
🍫Jokingly buys you a huge ass packer
🍫"Still not bigger than mine "
🍫Then he buys you a real one
🍫Uses mafia money to pay for your operations if you want them
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Crossing Enemy Lines
Chapter Four
Luke Hughes x Original Character
Warnings:Cursing
November 13th, 2023
The shrill sound of an alarm pierces through Luke’s dreams startling him awake.
He groans, burying his head into the soft hotel pillow, trying to drown out the noise.
Just as he’s about to drift off again, he feels a hand on his shoulder shaking him awake.
“Luke come on man, we got less than 15 minutes until we need to be downstairs for team breakfast!” Alex urges, his voice carrying a pressing tone, behind the thick Swedish accent.
Luke’s eyes snap open, taking a moment to process his roommate's words, “Shit, okay, I’m up, I’m up” he mumbles, throwing the covers off his body and stumbling out of bed.
Luke rushes to the bathroom, quickly brushing his teeth, and relieving himself, before throwing on a pair of jeans and a hoodie.
He quickly grabs his phone and room key and meets Alex by the door. The two make their way down to the hotel restaurant with less than a minute to spare.
The room is already buzzing with activity as teammates scatter around various tables, loading up their plates with eggs, bacon, and an assortment of fruits and pastries.
Luke and Alex grab their food, and find two seats at a table, with Jack, Dawson, Nate, Nico, Jesper, and Timo.
"Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence," Dawson teases as Luke and Alex sit down.
“Shut it, Mercer. Not all of us can be morning people like you.” Luke grumbles, shoveling a forkful of eggs into his mouth.
“Ignore him Hughesy,” Nate chimes in, a teasing smile plastered across his lips “He’s just jealous because he knows he’ll never be as pretty as you, even with a few extra minutes of beauty sleep.”
The table erupts with laughter, and the conversation flows easily as they eat, discussing t he drills they'll most likely run during practice, which is set to begin shortly after they finish their meal.
Then talk shifts to their upcoming game against the Red Wings, set for later tonight.
“Nico, you think you can sneak a few extra pucks past Lyon tonight?” Jack asks, nudging the Devils captain.
Nico grins “I’ll do my best.”
“Hopefully tonight’s not another shitshow like Thursday against the Rangers” Dawson murmurs.
The mention of the Rangers causes a slight pang in Luke’s chest, his mind immediately drifting to Jordan.
He discretely pulls his phone out, hiding it under the table, scrolling through his notifications, searching for a response to the message he had sent her last night.
Nothing.
His heart sinks a little as he stares at the screen wishing for a little blue dot to appear next to her name.
“Who you texting Rusty? Your girlfriend?” Nate teases, leaning closer to try and catch a glimpse of Luke’s phone.
Luke quickly presses the side button, causing the screen to go black, and shoves the phone back into his pocket. “No one, and I don’t have a girlfriend.” Luke mutters
“Ooh, someone’s getting defensive. I think he has a girl” Nate grins, earning a few chuckles from the rest of the table.
"Come on, Hughesy, spill the beans," Dawson chimes in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Who's the lucky lady?"
“There’s no lucky lady, I don’t have a girlfriend, now drop it” Luke states
“Come on boys, leave the kid alone” Timo interjects “If he says there's no girl, then there's no girl."
“Besides we have more important things to focus on, like tonight's game” Nico adds
There’s a murmur of agreement around the table before the conversation shifts back to hockey.
But Luke can’t shake the feeling of disappointment settling in his stomach
He sent the text 11 hours ago. Why hasn’t she texted back? Is it too late? Was it all just in his head?
He shakes his head, trying to regain his focus as the rest of the team finish their breakfast, his appetite suddenly lost.
But even as he moves in sync with the rest of his teammates, placing their dishes in their designated spot, and moving towards the lobby, where they prepare to take their team bus to the rink, he can't fully ignore the dull ache in his chest, the nagging sense that he might have already lost his chance with Jordan before it even really began.
*****
The clock reads 11:03 AM when Jordan’s eyes finally flutter open. She reaches for her phone squinting at the bright screen as she unlocks it.
A text from her long time best friend Brooke, sent late last night, catches her attention first. She quickly types out a response, promising to call her later.
As she hits send, she navigates back to the inbox on iMessages, when another notification catches her eye.
Her heart skips a beat looking at the blue dot next to Luke’s name and a timestamp reading 10:43PM.
With trembling fingers, she opens the text, her breath catching in her throat as she reads the two simple words: I’m sorry.
A flurry of emotions wash over her-relief, happiness, nervousness.
She sits up in her bed, her mind racing as she tries to craft the perfect response.
It's okay, she types out, then immediately deletes it. Is it okay? She's not sure.
Me too, she tries, but that sounds too dry.
I’m sorry, Luke. No that’s too formal, and literally the same thing he said.
After a few more attempts she settles on Me too, can we talk? Her heart pounds as she hits send, the weight of the words hanging heavy in the air.
She stares at her phone, waiting for the three little dots to appear. But as the minutes tick by, the screen remains frustratingly blank.
Jordan tries to distract herself, scrolling through social media, checking her email, even getting up to pace around her room. But every few seconds, her eyes dart back to her phone, hoping to see a response from Luke.
Thirty minutes pass. Then an hour. Still nothing.
A sigh escapes her lips as she realizes she can’t spend the entire day waiting for him to text back.
She goes through the motions of her morning routine-brushing her teeth, washing her face, getting dressed-but the whole time her mind is preoccupied with thoughts of Luke.
A sigh escapes her lips as she finally forces herself out of bed, realizing that she can't spend the entire day waiting for a text that might never come. She goes through the motions of her morning routine - brushing her teeth, washing her face, getting dressed - but her mind is still preoccupied with thoughts of Luke.
*****
After a draining morning skate, Luke showers and changes at the rink, before hopping in an uber with Jack, Nate, Alex, Dawson and John, to grab some lunch.
They arrive at a local restaurant, settling into a booth and placing their orders.
As soon as the waiter leaves, Luke pulls out his phone, his heart skipping a beat when he sees a text from Jordan.
Jordan: Me too. Can we talk?
Luke quickly types out a response.
Luke: I’d like that.
Jordan's reply is almost instant.
I’m glad you texted
Luke: Me too, I’m really sorry about the way things played out, hockey been a huge part of my life, for well forever and I just let it cloud my judgment when I shouldn’t have
Jack nudges Luke, raising an eyebrow. "What's got you smiling at your phone like that?"
Dawson leans over, trying to catch a glimpse of the screen. "Texting your girlfriend again, Rusty?"
Luke rolls his eyes, quickly locking his phone. "No, just one of my friends. I don't have a girlfriend, Dawson."
Dawson holds up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. Just asking."
Luke's phone beeps again, and he can't resist checking the message.
Jordan: It’s okay, I get things are a little complicated, but I’m not my brother, and I like you alot.
Luke's heart races as he reads her words, his fingers flying over the keyboard.
Luke: I like you too, and I promise from here on out, I won’t treat you like that.
Their food arrives, and Luke manages to grab a fry while still keeping his eyes glued to his phone. The conversation around him fades into the background as he focuses on his text exchange with Jordan.
Jordan: Thanks Luke, so what do we do now?
Luke: We'll figure it out. Maybe we could start with dinner? Just the two of us?
He holds his breath as he waits for her response, absently taking a bite of his burger.
Jordan: I'd like that.
Luke’s about to type another text, when Jack snatches the phone from his hand.
Luke looks up, frustrated and meets his brother's eyes.
“Dude what the hell!” Luke protests, reaching for his phone.
But Jack holds it out of reach and powers it down, “Finish eating then you can have it back”
Luke sighs, looking around the table which has silenced a bit, causing him to flush slightly as he realizes most of his teammates have finished most of his meals, whereas he’s only taken a singular bite of his burger, and a few fries.
“Fine” Luke grumbles, turning his attention back to his plate, and taking another bite of his burger.
The conversation around the table picks up again, as John starts talking about the movie trailer for the new Hunger Games that came out a few days ago.
"Did you guys see the trailer for the Hunger Games movie?" John asks, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
"Yeah, I did!" Dawson exclaims, "The movie came out a few days ago, yeah?”
“Yeah it did, think the 17th I’m waiting to watch it” John says
"I haven't seen it yet," Alex admits, "I actually haven't seen any of the Hunger Games movies."
The entire table goes silent, and everyone turns to stare at Alex in disbelief.
"Wait, what?" Nate asks, his jaw dropping, "You've never seen the Hunger Games? Like, any of them?"
Alex shrugs, looking a bit sheepish, "No"
"Oh, man," Jack laughs, shaking his head, "you're missing out. Those movies are classics."
"Seriously, Alex," Luke chimes in, "you've gotta watch them. The first one, especially. It's a game-changer."
"Pun intended?" Dawson grins, and the whole table groans at the terrible joke.
"Okay, okay," Alex holds up his hands in surrender, "I'll add it to my list. But you guys have to promise not to spoil anything for me."
"No promises," Nate teases, "I might 'accidentally' let something slip, just to see your reaction."
"You wouldn't dare," Alex narrows his eyes, pointing a warning finger at Nate.
"I don't know, man," John smirks, "I think it would be pretty hilarious to watch you freak out over plot twists that everyone else already knows about."
"I hate you guys," Alex grumbles, but there's a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Aw, come on, you love us," John grins, reaching over to ruffle Alex's hair.
Alex swats his hand away, but he's laughing now too, "Yeah, yeah. But seriously, no spoilers. I want to experience the movies for myself."
"Fair enough," Nate concedes, "but you better watch them soon. We're gonna need someone to geek out with over the new one."
"I'll get right on that," Alex promises, "but only if you guys agree to watch my favorite movie with me in return."
"Depends," Dawson says, eyeing Alex suspiciously, "what's your favorite movie?"
"The Notebook," Alex replies, with a completely straight face.
There's a beat of silence, and then the entire table bursts out laughing.
"Oh my god," Nate wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes, "can you imagine? A bunch of hockey players sitting around, crying over The Notebook?"
"Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it," Alex defends, but he's grinning too, clearly enjoying the reaction he's gotten.
"Alright, alright," Luke concedes, still chuckling, "we'll watch The Notebook with you, Alex.”
"Good" Alex smirks, echoing Nate's earlier words
*****
Luke returns to the hotel around 2pm and only then does Jack give him back his phone. He knows he should probably take a pre-game nap, sticking to his routine, but he would much rather talk to Jordan.
So as Alex settles in for his nap, Luke slips out of their room and heads down to the lobby, seeking a quiet corner where he can call Jordan in private.
He finds a secluded spot near the hotel's business center, pulls out his phone, and searches for her contact before hitting the call button, his heart racing as he listens to the ring.
"Hello?" Jordan's voice comes through the speaker, sending a thrill down Luke's spine.
"Hey, it's me," Luke says, a smile spreading across his face. “Sorry I didn’t respond I was with my team and my brother was being a dick”
Jordan laughs on the other line, “It’s okay I’m glad you called”
“Me too, so we were talking about dinner?” Luke says
“Yeah, when are you free?” Jordan asks
“What about Saturday night?” Luke suggests, knowing the Devils have a back to back the 16th and the 17th meaning, by league rules, they will have the 18th off.
“Saturday works” She says
“Cool, uh there’s this great restaurant about 10 minutes outside of Manhattan, called Velvet & Vine. I can pick you up?” Luke suggests, hoping she likes the idea.
“Sure, that sounds great” Jordan replies, and Luke can hear the smile in her voice.
“How’s 8pm sound?” Luke proposes, mentally crossing his fingers.
“Works for me” Jordan confirms, and Luke feels a rush of excitement.
"It's a date," he says, then quickly realizes considering they haven’t technically established that yet. "I mean, not a date-date. Unless you want it to be. I just meant-"
Jordan laughs, cutting off his rambling. "Luke, relax. It's a date. I want it to be."
Luke feels his cheeks heat up, but he's grinning like an idiot. "Okay. Good. Me too."
There's a comfortable pause, and then they continue talking, the conversation flowing easily as they share more about their likes and dislikes, their hobbies and passions.
Luke learns that Jordan loves to paint in her free time, and Jordan discovers that Luke has a secret talent for solving Rubik's cubes.
Before they know it, an hour has passed, and Luke realizes he needs to start getting ready for the game.
"Hey, Jordan, I’m sorry to cut this short, but I gotta get ready for my game.” he says apologetically.
"Of course. Go, do your thing. And Luke?" Jordan says, her voice warm.
"Yeah?"
"Good luck tonight. I'll be rooting for you," she says softly, and Luke feels a surge of warmth in his chest.
"Thanks, Jordan," he replies, meaning every word.
They say their goodbyes, and as Luke hangs up, he can't wipe the smile off his face. He heads back to his room, feeling lighter than he has in days.
He changes into his game day suit, the grin never leaving his lips.
As Alex starts to stir from his nap, Luke busies himself with his own pre-game rituals, double-checking his bag to make sure he has everything he needs.
"You seem chipper," Alex notes, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Good nap?"
"Something like that," Luke replies cryptically, his smile widening.
They gather their things and head down to the lobby to meet the rest of the team, ready to board the bus to the arena.
*****
The puck drops in Little Caesars arena and the game is underway, but before the Devils can even find their footing, the Red Wings score two quick goals, less than a minute apart, leaving Luke and his teammates stunned.
On the bench, Coach Ruff is fuming, his face turning a shade of red that rivals the winged wheel on the opponent's jersey. "Wake up out there!" he shouts, slamming his hand against the boards. "We can't let them dictate the pace like this!"
Luke grits his teeth, determined to turn the tide. He throws himself into the play, battling for every inch of ice, every loose puck.
And then, with just minutes left in the first period, Jesper finds the back of the net, giving the Devils a much-needed boost heading into the intermission.
Miles away in New York, Jordan sits in her room, her laptop balanced on her knees as she watches the game. She has her headphones in, the sound of the commentators' voices filling her ears.
As the second period begins, the Red Wings strike again, extending their lead to 3-1. Jordan bites her lip, her fingers tightening around the edge of her laptop.
The Devils manage to score another goal, cutting the deficit to just one heading into the third period.
Jordan is on the edge of her seat now, her eyes glued to the screen. She watches as the teams trade goals, the score tying up at 3-3, then 4-4.
With just three minutes left in regulation, Luke gets the puck on his stick. He weaves through the defenders, his skates cutting through the ice like blades. And then, with a flick of his wrist, he sends the puck soaring past the goaltender and into the net.
Jordan leaps to her feet, a shout of joy escaping her lips, before quickly clamping her mouth shut with her hand.
Underneath she's grinning from ear to ear, her heart swelling as she watches Luke celebrate with his teammates.
The final buzzer sounds, and the Devils won.
In the locker room, Luke is still riding high on the adrenaline of his game-winning goal. He showers and changes quickly, fielding questions from the media with a grin on his face.
As he finally makes his way back to his stall, he grabs his phone, his heart skipping a beat when he sees a text from Jordan.
Jordan: Nice goal :)
A smile spreads across Luke’s face.
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Hii, can you do a Colby Brock x fem!reader when the whole group went to the haunted clown motel (2021)? :)
Sam and Colby plan a prank (identical in the video) for Alex and fem!reader. Fem!reader obviously screams and falls on the chair and tries to hide herself (I hope this makes sense, if not do whatever you desire <3). When they tell that it was a prank she makes jokes (for example: when we’re back home your sleeping on the couch (Colby) and etc). They have to sleep in different rooms: Sam and Colby, Nate and cameraman (Justin), fem!reader and Alex [obviously single beds XD], Colby and fem!reader text for a little bit and colby whines that he needs his cuddles and that’s pretty much it.
If this is too much I apologise in advance, I just rarely see these type of fan fics. Make it as long as you want it to be ❤️
Yes! I could relate to this cause I do NOT like clowns either 🤷♀️
Pairing: Colby Brock x fem!reader
Warning: swearing
“Clowns? They named a motel after clowns?” Colby can sense the skepticism in my voice and rolls his eyes playfully.
“Yes. Completely clown themed.” Before I can even spew my sarcastic comment he’s quick to speak. “Yes, it’s weird. Yes, I’m asking you to come.” I place a freshly painted finger against my chin and tilt my head in a faux pout.
“Hm. You know I don’t like clowns, Colbs.” He leans forward and takes my hand pulling me to him and I lazily throw my arms around his shoulders.
“But I want you there, baby.”
“You kill me. You absolutely kill me.” He kisses my forehead quickly before turning to walk out of the room. He makes it halfway before the pillow I throw smacks him in the back of the head. “You owe me.”
Sam, Colby, and Nate are stood reading reviews from previous guests and I can’t help but scrunch my nose is disgust. This place is horrible. Not only that but at every corner there is a clown staring at you with its beady eyes. I hear Nate mention something about a guest complaining about the LEDs and my eyes dart in their direction.
“Well, at least if a killer clown manages to break in we’ll see him coming.” Colby shoots me a look and I stick my tongue out at him before looking around us. Clowns, clowns, and more clowns.
“Why are we staying here again?” Colby asks tilting his head at Sam and Nate jokingly. Sam and Nate head off in the direction of the main area and Colby reaches out to me. I follow in pursuit and he presses his hand against my back guiding me along.
“I hate this.” I stick out my lower lip and Colby mocks me by doing the same. “You’re mean.”
“Mm, but I love you.” He kisses me gently and we begin our journey to the rest of the motel. We’re all standing by the office when Colby pipes up again. “This property is protected by killer clowns.” I glance at Alex who is already looking at me with a similar look on his face.
“If I die tonight, I’m haunting all of your asses.” I say pointing a finger at each of the boys individually. With a huff I follow them into the office and watch as the graze over all trinkets and Knick knacks.
“What is your best pick-up-a-clown pick up line, right now?” One of the boys asked gaining my attention.
“Can I show you a circus tonight?” Sam asks looking into the camera. I roll my eyes and let out a groan. There’s no way I can deal with this all night. Colby winks at me before looking back to the camera and saying ‘you’ve got red balls, but mine are blue’. I stop listening after that. The boys go to talk to the owner and I continue to look at the different clown statues that stand around the small building. If one of them reaches out, I’ll definitely throw up. I hear Colby ask the owner if he thinks the rooms are haunted and not long after we’re headed to the rooms. The sleeping situation was, unusual, if you asked any of us. Nate and Justin were in a room together, Sam, Colby, and I were in a room together, and Alex was left alone by himself. I offered to bunker down with Alex but when I did Colby shot me a look and claimed he couldn’t protect me if I was that far away.
“Colby.” My voice wavered as I focused on the painting that was staring back at me from the wall. “Be for real right now. I am NOT sleeping in here.” He rolled his eyes and took a few steps towards me before slinging his arms around my shoulders.
“You’ll be sleeping with me. I’ll protect you.” I roll my eyes and punch his side lightly.
“Like you did at my mom and dad’s when my cousin dressed up as Bigfoot?” Colby glanced down at me before straightening out his jacket.
“That was a moment of weakness.” I lightly chuckle at his words and follow them to the next room. Once they’re done checking everything out they ask Nate, Alex, and myself to head to the car for a minute while they set up a seance in our room. Although I wasn’t entirely comfortable with it, I wasn’t going to cause a scene and ruin the video they had planned.
Alex and I were sat at the car scrolling through our phones when he looked over at me.
“You look uneasy.” He wasn’t wrong. I could tell he wasn’t trying to be degrading with his words. He was just trying to make conversation.
“I don’t like clowns.” He chuckles.
“Then what are you doing here?” He raises his hands when he realizes how that may have sounded. “I don’t mean that in a bad way. I just mean, this is literally a clown motel.”
“Colby. Why else.” That causes us both to laugh. When I look back up I see the rest of our group walking towards us. “Are we ready to explore?” I follow the boys around aimlessly as they continue with their investigation. Colby keeps his space as he walks next to Sam near the front of our small group. A chill creeps up my spine as we enter the graveyard and I have the urge to turn back, to sleep in the car for the night, but I continue forward.
“Don’t step on the graves, guys.” I say quietly. Before I can see if anyone heard me a dog jumps over the fence and rolls onto his back. “Oh, hello!” I give him a few belly rubs and he runs off to greet the others. The boys agree to go back to the room and do the seance and my stomach churns at the thought.
When we get to the room Sam and Colby are sitting on the bed closest to the bathroom and Nate is standing next to them while Alex is sitting on the bed closest to the door with me. All of a sudden we hear a thud and a clown emerges from the bathroom. I let out a scream and jump up from the bed, backing away from the stranger in our room. My foot catches something and before I know it, I’m tumbling to the ground with the chair beside me. In a moment of panic, I grab the chair and crawl behind it. My eyes are closed tight as the boys start to laugh at one another.
“You knew it was gonna happen.” I hear Alex say but I’m still too stunned to look. My heart is beating a mile a minute and when I open my eyes Sam, Colby, Nate, and Justin are eyeing Alex and I with smiles plastered on their faces.
“Welcome to the prank wars, bitches!” Sam says before pointing at us with his hands. I let out a huff, still trying to catch my breath, and grab the pillow that was sitting in the chair next to me before chucking it at Sam. Colby hops over the bed and sticks his hands out to help me up but I push him back playfully.
“Oh, ho, ho. No way. You’re in the dog house, buddy.” His eyes widen at my words and I flip him off. “You were in on this, you asshole. I nearly had an aneurysm.” Colby gives me a faux pout but I just pinch his bottom lip before grabbing my bag and looking at Alex. “Alex, show me to our room.”
The night quickly comes to a close and Alex is fast asleep in his bed. His snores the only thing keeping me sane as the clown on the wall stares me down. My phone vibrates next to me on the bed and I grab it.
Colbs❤️
I’m sorry baby. We got you good though
I roll my eyes and open up the text thread before typing my reply.
Only because I don’t like clowns. You better sleep with an eye open, baby bear.
The room is silent for a few moments before my phone vibrates again and I roll my eyes playfully before picking it up.
Colbs❤️
Were you serious about sleeping on the couch? I need my cuddles, woman!
With another eye roll I put my phone back down on the bed and close my eyes, preparing for sleep. My phone vibrates again and I groan before looking at it.
Colbs❤️
I need my cuddles!
With a soft chuckle I type out a short reply and put my phone down before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
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