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st-ev-ie · 1 year

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Hello!

I'd like to request headcanons of sam and colby with a very child-like reader? Dresses in pastels, very cutesy stuff, has that child's innocence but says dark jokes and mocks ghosts and demons lol

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a/n: Hello ! I’m so sorry this took so long…like extremely long for me to get to it but nevertheless it’s here ! I hope it’s what you wanted if anything lmk what I can fix or what you would have liked. On to the story !

Alssooo I didn’t add any paranormal in this one ! If anything you could request again and I could specifically write about one of their paranormal investigations though it might be short !

Based on this video

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one-shot

No pairings

She/her

Requests: Open !

again if anything is wrong or offensive please do let me know it is not my intent. You didn’t specify gender and I’ve been trying to write more gender neutral thought it proves to be more difficult for me (I am trying though) so I left it with she/ her. If you’d like me to change it please lmk!

enjoy 🫶🏽!

TW: mentions of trespassing, curse words, insensitive remarks, bit of destruction of property

Sam and Colby had recently found an old honeymoon resort that was abandoned. It was right on a main highway so they knew they had to be careful. Soon enough (after doing some research) they thought it would be a great video idea so they asked Y/N if she wanted to join to which she said yes.

Last time they hadn’t asked Y/N she was upset though she didn’t say anything. The whole week after the video she had been pouting and sort of silent towards the duo to which they confronted her about it. Her child-like personality didn’t make her speak out and that’s why she’d taken the silent but expressive approach.

Coby was wearing some black jeans and a nice pink hoodie Y/N had gifted him the Christmas before. Sam in the other hand wore a beige, shirt-sleeved hoodie with some black design on the front with some black jeans as well. To much surprise, no not really, Y/N wore more pastels. It didn’t matter how many times the guys would stress that more muted colors would help them lessen the risk of getting caught, she didn’t listen. So there she was wearing her jeans and pastel colored cardigan over her top.

Going over the game plan as they pulled over on the shoulder of the freeway, the three grabbed what they needed before walking cautiously to the front entrance.

“Ok so far I don’t see any cameras that could be set up but then again they probably wouldn’t be where someone could easily spot them.” Sam began to speak from next to Colby.

“Yea there might be security around too, there were a lot of surveillance signs around the property when we drove up. We should be careful.” Colby responded to which they both knew they should Olán out their way in and out before acting. Y/N, having the impatient nature, just quickly made her way to the entrance and slipped through a hole in the fence. Her steps looking like that of a child’s whose happily gotten their way with something. Sam and Colby both looked at each other as if they weren’t surprised at her impatience.

When the three were in the open roomed that seemed to be an abandoned warehouse (if anything) the boys started to set up their equipment as Y/N walked around with her hands behind her back, observing the graffiti as she bounced on her heels. When Sam called her over, she bounced back towards them and fidgeted her feet that were covered by her dirty lilac/pink vans. Sam went over a bit of the history and what each person would say before he started filming. Then they started the intro.

“Whats up guys it’s Sam and Colby!” The two said in unison and shortly after Y/N added,

“And meee!” As she leaned to be seen in the frame, holding up two peace signs. Sam went on to explain a bit of the history regarding when the resort shut down and what it had when it was up and running.

“Wait for real !? Wow I wish we could go ice skating! Have you ever been? I have and I liked it I would like to go soon. This place seems to have been really cool.” Y/N commented shortly after Sam explained the resort not only had a tennis court but also ice skating rinks and a few other things. When Colby whistled and thrust his his hips forward suggesting that people would ‘get it on’ at this resort, Sam looked down with a faux look of fear to which Y/N giggled at.

“I mean if I was getting married and came here with my fiancé, I think we’d get horny at some point and we’ll have sex. After all it’s a honeymoon resort duh!” Y/N would say shrugging her shoulder to which Sam and Colby would laugh at.

“Someone tagged ‘I smoke crack to go to heaven’ and another person responded with ‘Amen brutha’…facts.” Colby would point out some graffiti as they were walking out.

“So true…that would totally be me.” Y/N commented. As they continue waking along, the guys talked on camera about how the building they’re in could’ve been a sports complex because of the basketball courts they could see.

“DO YOU THINK THEY HAD TRACK?!” Y/N would shout and the guys would stop and look behind with the camera pointing at Y/N who stayed behind a few feet.

“I mean maybe ? Like an indoor track.” Colby responds as Sam records Y/N mimicking s track star running past them and to the opposite end.

“Wait wait, Y/N! Slow down. Colby heard some people nearby so we have to be careful about not getting caught alright ?” And as soon as Sam finished saying that an older man in a red shirt and a cap appears at the door in front of them. He starts saying that they can’t be there because of insurance purposes but overall treats them kindly and pretty chill.

The man they met walked them to their car as they asked a few questions about the place and what future plans the owners or any investors had for it. Funnily enough the man commented on how he hadn’t expected to have caught someone like Y/N there. And by that he meant someone who looked as innocent as her, though she was the exact opposite. When they parted ways, the trio got into the car to discuss what had happened.

“Well he was super nice and said the only reason he caught us was because he saw our car, which by the way we parked like right in front of the place so that was pretty stupid of us.” Colby explained to the camera in Sam’s hands. Y/N was leaning on the middle center piece from the back middle seat. Their game plan as then to hit up a place thirty minutes away after a change of clothes.

Quick cut scene to their little shoutout announcement and when they changed clothes in their hotel room. As Sam and Colby talked about epic games sponsorship, Y/N was seen on the bed in the space behind Colby with her feet up on the wall behind the headboard and her eyes glued to her phone playing some cat game. After that the scene cuts back to the three of them walking down a road on their way to the new location. After a few minutes of walking Y/N started bothering Colby to give her a piggy back ride claiming it had to be done so she wouldn’t get tired later on and it couldn’t be Sam because he was already carrying equipment and the camera. Colby (after a bit of persuading) gave her a piggy back ride though it cuidar have been for more than five minutes before they had reached the place.

“What if like..a car is just going so fast and they can’t turn or break so they just run us over? What would you guys think the probability of that is ?” Y/N would say from her place on Colby’s back. The two guys would go silent for a second before shaking their heads.

“Oh god that wasn’t dark at all..” Sam would answer sarcastically. They’d then book it through the fence, Y/N now on solid ground, and they’d go up far enough on the hill so they wouldn’t see the other side of the highway. As they were trekking Sam and Colby would point out the heart shaped bath tub thrown out to the side. As they both recorded each others reactions and comments they would then pan the camera to Y/N who was a few mere feet behind staring at the tub.

“I wonder how many people fucked in the-“ and Sam would cut her off by saying,

“okayyy moving on.” They’d then walk into the first cabin and after waking up the first few steps they see two rooms without doors. Both only have the window frames because the actual glass windows were shattered in the floor. As they walk into the bedroom, a stripped circular mattress is seen and a grand window with its shattered glass. Y/N would walk in front and turn to the camera, placing her fingers in a V shape against her mouth before sticking her tongue out. Shortly after she’d go towards the window though not to close as to step in too much glass. As Colby and Sam finish off their comments she’d turn around and look them fesd in the eyes when saying,

“We’ll this gives it a whole new meaning to an exhibition kink don’t ya think?” And she’d laugh along with the other two friends. This was what their whole exploration would have gone like before at the end they ran back to their car after getting (?) chased by security.

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Okk anddd that’s my first request done ! After so long so sorry 😭 I cut it off because all this took me two? Ish hours to write and I was about only 6 minutes into the 14 min long video. So sorry it’s so short but I’d appreciate feedback and I hope you enjoy it anonymous!

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chloesimaginationthings · 3 months

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FNAF movie Mike misunderstood Vanny’s request,,

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deadmotelsusa · 1 year

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Happy Valentines Day from the dead honeymoon resorts of the Pocono Mountains 💘

#happy valentines day #honeymoon resorts #poconos #deadmotelsusa

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therunwayarchive · 2 months

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Valentine for Moschino, Resort 2023

#Valentine #Moschino #models #fashion #lookbook #Resort 2023

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game-on-comics · 3 months

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A rare moment where Elisa gets to smile 💕

Happy Valentine's day y'all. :3

#game on #mii #miis #wii sports #wii sports resort #valentines day #yeah yeah i ship those two XD #they're the only couple in the revamp that's confirmed tho #yall probably should give me more ship ideas for the miis #obviously not my own mii lmao im single #digital art #carog art

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televised-eyes · 3 months

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A Fluffy Fic for Valentine’s Day!

(I wrote this in a flash on the notes app for fun. Sorry for grammar mistakes in advance! Enjoy!)

It had been a fine evening. A warm, dry night settled over London. Groups of locals and tourists alike swarmed the city in high spirits.

Crowley waited in the Bentley, rapping his knuckles against the steering wheel to the tune of Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now,” as it played gently from the stereo. He glanced at his wristwatch. Always late, he thought.

Aziraphale appeared in the doorway of his bookshop with an older couple, who had roamed the shop long after he had wished to close it. The angel politely spoke with the man and woman, who went on for some time about their affinity with both the shop and its owner. Aziraphale listened and smiled brightly.

Crowley watched the interaction with little patience. With the wave of his hand, the older couple suddenly remember they had an appointment elsewhere and excused themselves so that Aziraphale was free to lock up the doors and head towards the Bentley’s passenger seat.

“You didn’t have to do that,” said Aziraphale, gently chiding the demon. “They had been telling me the loveliest story, how they had met at the bookshop many years ago and have been married ever since.”

“You’re too sentimental, angel,” said Crowley. He shifted the car into drive. “And it’s rude for them to stay past closing time, especially when we have a reservation at the Ritz.”

“They won’t give up our table,” Aziraphale assured him. “They never have and they never will.”

A knowing smile flashed across Crowley’s lips. Any other observer would not have seen it at all, but Aziraphale knew better. After six millennia in each other’s company, the angel knew Crowley’s facial ticks better than any being, living or dead, supernatural or mortal. “What?” Crowley said.

“Oh, nothing,” said Aziraphale smiling to himself. He took pride in knowing the demon so well, although it was not something he would tell anyone else. He hardly recognized it himself. “You were early.”

“No,” hissed Crowley. “I’m never early. You were late.”

“Well, only a few minutes,” Aziraphale rolled down the window. A group of young people on the sidewalk were laughing and jeering at one another as they passed. “What an extraordinary evening.”

“What’s so extraordinary about it?” Crowley said.

“Oh, it feels…” Aziraphale breathed in. “Loved. There’s love in the air, if you will excuse the old expression.”

Nightingales? Crowley thought, not daring to say it out loud. Saying it out loud would be akin to death. Aziraphale was already in a romantic mood. If Crowley pushed it, there would be even longer, more aching looks from the angel the whole evening. And Crowley would be paralyzed by them, drowning in those blue eyes until next week. All his cool reserve would break under the pressure.

Crowley felt himself growing soft.

In all their history, they had never spent so much time together as they had the past few years. With the apocalypse averted and their respective offices off their backs, they had more free time than ever. Long walks, picnics, visits to the Ritz. More and more time spent huddled around candlelight in the evenings at Aziraphale’s bookshop.

Crowley’s plants began to outgrow the Bentley and Aziraphale insisted on placing them in the shop’s windows. Aziraphale spoiled them with encouraging whispers, much to Crowley’s audible displeasure, but they sprouted and grew larger than ever.

They dined at their usual table. Bubbles of champagne twinkled under the low lighting. Aziraphale spoke with animation as Crowley watched him from behind his dark glasses, responding now and then, but mostly letting Aziraphale lead the conversation. If Crowley were attuned to such things, he would expect the whole room was besotted, drunk on serotonin and all the other chemicals that cause pleasure in the human brain.

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Crowley drove them back, having absolved some of the alcohol in his system. Aziraphale remained in high spirits. They pulled up outside the bookshop.

“Would you like to come in?” Aziraphale offered. “I have a marvelous vintage in the back.”

“Would you like that?” Crowley said.

“Of course,” the angel smiled. “You’re always welcomed, you know that.”

It was the kind of astonishing statement Aziraphale would typically walk back once the meaning of it settled between them, but this time he didn’t. He smiled at Crowley with such fondness that it made something in Crowley’s chest flutter.

They sat on an old velvet couch, side by side, as Aziraphale opened the bottle and poured two glasses.

“You’re in a good mood tonight, angel,” Crowley remarked.

Aziraphale blushed.

“What is it, then?” He continued.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“You have two reasons to smile like that. Either you found some extraordinary rare edition or you’ve done something clever and need to tell someone.”

“Oh,” Aziraphale blushed harder. “I’m just happy, I guess.”

“Well, you and the whole street,” said Crowley. “If I didn’t know better, you’ve enthralled the whole city, lampposts and all.”

“And you?”

“What?”

“Are you happy?”

That hit Crowley like a freight train. He was suddenly very self aware of his body’s close proximity to Aziraphale’s. Heat was creeping into his face.

“Ngk,” he said, voice cracking.

They were inched apart. Crowley noticed Aziraphale’s uneven breathing, the way his eyes kept flicking to Crowley’s lips. Crowley’s free hand which had been resting across the back of the sofa fell so that it was resting directly behind Aziraphale, not quite touching the angel, but very close.

His head swirled. He found himself leaning into Aziraphale’s space, body heat radiating off each other in waves.

“Angel—“

Before Crowley could finish his thought, Aziraphale’s lips lightly brushed against the corner of Crowley’s mouth. Adrenaline kicked in and Crowley claimed Aziraphale’s bottom lip with his own.

“Do you know what day it is today?” Aziraphale said, pulling away.

“Don’t torture me, angel,” Crowley whined. He swooped back in, closing the small gap between them. His hand firmly holding on the back of his neck as he slid his wet lips against the angel’s. Aziraphale hesitated a moment before melting into his embrace and Crowley gasped from pure relief.

The kiss was hurried and desperate. Bodies hot and hands gripping frantically at each other's clothes. Aziraphale opened his mouth and their tongues briefly brushed. Crowley pulled away, his body reacting instantly, before diving back in for more.

It dissolved into a slow, hot swirl of lips and tongue and teeth. Crowley’s head was spinning, his body aching with each soft noise that escaped the angel’s warm mouth.

“It’s St. Valentine’s Day, my dear,” Aziraphale said breathlessly between kisses.

“Is it really? Righteous prick, he was,” Crowley pushed off Aziraphale waist coat and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Oh, Crowley,” Aziraphale chided, melting into the trail of kisses being left down his jaw and neck. “He was not.”

“Don’t care.” Suddenly, Crowley stood up and took Aziraphale’s wine glass out of his hand, placing it firmly on the desk beside them and taking the angel’s hand.

“Where are we going?” Aziraphale asked, disoriented.

“Bedroom. Now.” Crowley pulled the angel’s hand toward him. “To celebrate properly.”

Aziraphale blushed and let himself be lead away.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #fanfic #fanfiction #valentines day #mine #what have i done #this is my last resort

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royalxclass · 3 months

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tomomi_yoshihashi

#tomomi_yoshihashi #tokyo disneyland #valentine's day #disneyworld #disney world #japan #disney world japan #disney tokyo #pink #pink aesthetic #tokyo disneysea #tokyo disney resort #food #minnie mouse #cute

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costumeloverz71 · 3 months

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Marchesa Couture Resort 2024

#fashion #modern #marchesa #resort #couture #valentines day

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shevr · 1 year

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kissy kissy smorch!!!

happy valentine's day Funny Goat Lady!!!

waaa h thank yu

#my valentine's day has been spent beating elden ring mostly #( i did it i got a bit too mad at the final fight for a bit too long but if you gotta know; i ended up winning the way i've kept doin' )#( = fighting cheap and giving up on honor and resorting to the doublebonk colossal weapon technique )#( + summoning Latenna to deal the finishing blows on the beast. iwill be remembered a coward whom dodgeth badly & rageth lots )#( anyway Ranni is my valentine. let's say that )#( thinkin about Blaidd tho. )#shevr

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rad-roche · 10 months

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i was tagged by @perfectlypreservedpie for WIP Wuhfriday! thank you kindly. i always feel a little shy reaching out to individual people, so i'd like to extend this tag to everybody who reads this and would like to participate :>

here's a whole page from dead woman walking, a (mostly!) style-accurate noir adaptation of far harbor, and a part i don't think i've shared here (with some spoilers tastefully excised for my own benefit)

two years after the events of dead man talking, the valentine detective agency takes on a case that may serve to be the death of it.

He lit a smoke. He looked up at the sky, pink with butter-yellow clouds, like frosting on a cake. The smoke was sticky in his head. Acrid. Toxic. It was doing nothing but damage. He didn’t have lungs, capillaries, or whatever those little tubes in them were called. It wasn’t ventricles, that was the heart. He took a pointless drag and mulled. Bronchioles, that was it. And the little air sacs. Aioli? No, hell, that was a sauce. Nick cursed and rubbed his side. The twisting pain of hunger asserted itself. He thought about Takahashi’s noodle stand, fresh cannolis bursting with ricotta cream, a Maxwell Street Polish buried in onions. A bag of chips you get in a gas station that you eat and never think about again. A coffee. A mediocre egg salad. A lasagna, wrapped in foil, that a friend hands you when you have a hard time. All the food he had never, could never, and would never eat. Nick thought about snakes, the kind with venom so potent that your blood turns to chewing gum in your veins. He wondered if it was a hot or cold kind of feeling. He wondered what it would be like, to have blood at all. The sun was setting. Nick stood up, dusting off his pants, and stretched a little. He made himself walk to the railing and take it all in. Gulls cried softly. He could make out the first of the lights from Far Harbor, the stubborn growth clinging to a wasting body. All that time, all the Fog, and it was still here. That’s all they were, he supposed. Himself included. Strange, new bacteria blossoming over the carcass of the world, growing and intermingling and processing the old into pulp, until nothing but the bones were left. He took another drag. He watched a gull burl and spin in the air, the light catching all its eyes. Another gull swooped at it, driving it from the air with a jerk and an awful cry. It fell in a flash of red and that was it. It fell from the sky and the sunset was pristine and the waters were calm and beautiful and Nick was smoking and shaking his head about it all. A feeling overtook him. The terror, the pain, and, underneath it, in the heart of the world that the bombs couldn’t touch, the beauty and the elation. This was what he lived for. Warm winds for doomed birds. “I'm sorry,” he said to nobody and meant it. “It’s a tough break.”

#dead man talking #dead woman walking #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout #nick valentine #far harbor #thank you lou for the chicago-y food help. i did not want to resort to a listicle and she helped a bunch #3 chapters out from posting! good grief what a year

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