Synopsis: A collab this big was something Ophelia, Rayne, and Vidia had dreamed of for years, and having it with their YouTube crushes and idols in general was something they barely dared hope for. With new friends and old, just how much can go wrong when they tackle the most haunted place they've been to yet, the Ohio State Reformatory?
warnings: Rayne gets a weird feeling, angry spirit attacks Rayne, mentions of another video (we plan on writing another fic for more backstory on the friendship between Steve, Dylan, Ophelia, and Rayne)
A/N: to anyone reading this thank you for reading our entirely self indulgent fic, we love you so much. - Ophelia<3, Rayne, and Vidia
wc: 3713
The girls stand in a huddle together, the triplets off to the side doing their handshake, Sam and Colby talking, and Steve murmuring something to Dylan. Rayne takes it all in as she breaks the giddiness of her friends, taking Vi’s hand tightly.
“Anything happens, anything bad or extra freaky happens, you grab your phone and call me, got it?” Vi nods. “I don’t fully like us being split up. Last night was scary. I’m just glad we each have at least one of the guys, but if something happens, I need you to call me.”
Vi nods a second time and the three meld into one final hug before finding their way to their small groups. Chris and Lia find each other instantly, but it takes Dylan another second to finally step away from Steve with a firm nod.
Rayne and Dylan stick with Chris and Lia for half the walk, since they have to go in pretty much the same direction anyway. Rayne and Lia film as they walk, the guys behind them throwing light jokes back and forth. As they pause so Lia and Chris can split off, Rayne pulls her friend into one final, tight hug.
As soon as she pulls away, she gives Lia the same warning she’d given Vi. “If anything happens, you call me. I know we usually have our phones on airplane mode to prove we’re not messing with anything but I’m not sure any shouting will echo far enough, so I want you to risk it the second something happens.” She takes a shaky breath. “Just like I said with Vi, I don’t like the idea of us being totally apart after last night.”
“I will,” Lia promises. Satisfied, Rayne turns to Dylan, the two heading off towards the West Diagonal. Towards solitary.
“Well, looks like it’s just you and me,” she jokes, looking up at her counterpart with a sideways grin. “Scared yet?”
“Nope. I have the only medium on my team, why would I be scared?” He leans down as he says it, getting closer to her face. Grinning, Rayne pivots back to the front, walking just a bit faster.
“Alright, Mister ‘I want to see if we can talk to a guard in solitary,’ what’s the game plan here? All we’ve got is a REM pod and a DR-60.” She spins around to walk backward, filming Dylan for his answer.
⫘⫘
“Well, I was thinking we place the REM where we did last time we were here with the guys and use that for answers for a bit before trying a few EVP sessions.” He glances behind Rayne, trying to make sure she doesn’t walk into a wall, but her backwards steps are straight and true down the hallway. “And it’s not just the equipment. With your sensing, I was thinking we could just use that for clarification in between. Especially since you’re more accurate in smaller spaces.”
“Oh, so I’m just your personal walkie-talkie to the dead, huh?” She quirks an eyebrow at him, trying-and failing-to hide her grin. “Glad to be a glorified spirit box.”
He laughs, reaching out to grab her shoulder and spin her back to facing forward. “Come on, you know what I mean. You’d do it anyway.”
“How do you know?” She tips her head back over her shoulder, though the camera still faces down the hallway. His smile is crooked to the side, just like always, as he looks down at her.
“Because you do it every time we’re on an investigation together and you did it again last night.” Dylan reaches out to flick her forehead. “It’s just how you are.”
“Hey!”
“Quiet, you’ll wake the dead,” he teases. With a roll of her eyes, she keeps walking until they’re in the solitary block. Dylan takes the lead, finding the same cell he and the others had been in on the last collab, setting the REM pod on the lifted bed portion of the floor, keeping the DR-60 in his pocket for the time being.
“Okay, professional, how do we want to do this?” At Rayne’s question, Dylan rolls his eyes.
“We both know I’m no professional.” At Rayne’s knowing look, he lets it drop. “Let’s just start with the questions. Do you want me to take the camera so you can be more open? I know it’s easier when you have nothing blocking you from the air.”
“Yes, please.” She passes him the camera, adjusting her hoodie afterwards. “I’m surprised you even remember that, I think I said it like once.”
He shrugs, lifting the camera to film where she stands in the back corner of the room while he leans on the wall by the door, in the exact spot he’d been with Sam and Colby. “Just seemed important before and you almost never hold the camera. Either me and Steve do or you set it up somewhere.”
“Watching me, are we, Stevens?” He grins at Rayne’s little smirk.
“Maybe.” The two share one final smile before he kicks off the investigation. “Alright, hello, is there anyone here who wants to talk with us? My name’s Dylan, this is Rayne. We were here last night, just up in the Attic, and I was here a few years ago, too.”
The REM stays quiet, Dylan keeping the camera focused on the device and the girl now crouching against the wall behind it.
“If you remember us or want to talk, just grab the device on the floor and it’ll make a noise. It shouldn’t hurt you, it just needs to be touched.” Dylan’s voice carries through the space, no other noise answering. His eyes dart between the camera, the REM pod, and the hallway, waiting for movement. For some sort of answer.
“Something’s here,” Rayne murmurs. Dylan’s eyes go back to her to see that she has her eyes focused on the REM, but they’re distant. “I can feel something, I can’t pinpoint it, though. It’s…nervous almost.”
“You don’t have to be nervous,” Dylan calls out. “We’re not here to hurt you, we just want to talk. To understand the story of the prison a bit better.”
The REM beeps once before falling into silence once more. Dylan shifts a bit where he stands before glancing over to Rayne, who furrows her brow. He immediately picks up on what she’s doing, given that it’s her decoding face.
“What do you feel?” He zooms the camera in on her a bit, focusing on her face as she balances her chin on one hand, elbow on her knee.
“I’m not fully sure, honestly. Just like last night, it’s not exact.” She huffs out a sigh, flicking her eyes up to meet his. “The most I can piece together is just that nervousness. Maybe some questioning, but I’m not getting super specific energy that I can put into words.”
“Do you think it’s still trying to evade specific answers?”
“I don’t see why it wouldn’t. I mean, if you were sticking to a story, would you change up all of a sudden with a different group of people you know will tell the others?”
“Fair enough.” He zooms the camera back out to capture the whole room. “Well, if our friend in here doesn’t want to talk, what do you say about moving into the hall to try and talk to a guard?”
“Whatever you want, man, I’m just here for the vibes.” Rayne stands from her crouch and immediately pauses, leaning fully against the wall. “Okay, I can’t tell if I stood up too fast or our friend isn’t happy that we’re thinking of leaving.”
Dylan raises his brows at that, taking a step closer. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good, just got dizzy.”
“Do you need to head back? I don’t want a repeat of last night.”
She cuts him a glare, to which he raises his free hand in surrender. “I’m fine. I’d tell you otherwise. Let’s just go and see what happens.”
“Point taken.” He grins as he says it, Rayne scooping up the REM pod, turning it off before it can scream at her proximity. The two shift to be just outside the cell door, agreeing to put the REM pod in the doorway before standing across the hall from it, a few feet from each other.
“No, I think it was the fact that we left the room. I still feel a little off.” Dylan turns the camera to face the girl who once again crouches with her back balanced against the wall. Her arms cross between her chest and her knees as she focuses on the cell in front of them. “I still can’t tell exactly what’s around, though. It’s strange.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your sensing be this ambiguous before,” Dylan says. She shrugs, looking up at him.
“Most of the time it’s like this, actually. The places we’ve been with you guys are just very open to communicating. This one is closed off. Secretive. That’s why it’s always evading questions and just asking the same thing.”
He hums in answer, running the information through his head before speaking again. “Do you think it’s just this one or anything that still hangs out in here?”
“I’m not sure.” She pauses, turning down the long end of the hallway to her other side. “I mean, I can definitely feel other pulses of energy in here, but none of them are calling out. Whether that’s because they don’t want to be known or simply don’t want to answer questions, I can’t tell. The whole building is busy but it’s quiet.”
In an answer of its own, the REM pod lets out a few short beeps before falling silent again. The pair turn to watch it for a moment. With their silence, it lets out another, longer sound.
“Hello,” Dylan says. “Would you like to talk with us?”
“That’s a solid positive on that one,” Rayne tells him. “The energy just, like, perked up. Got excited.”
In tandem, the REM goes off again, another longer one before stopping. “Alright, cool, thank you. Again, my name’s Dylan, this is Rayne next to me. We just want to learn more about you, if that’s okay.”
A short beep answers, Rayne speaking up next. “Were you a guard here?”
Another quick burst of the REM seems to affirm. Dylan grins.
“You’re the first guard we’ve spoken to in here. It’s nice to finally talk with one of you.” He shifts the camera to his other hand, reaching into his pocket to grab the DR-60. “I’m going to use this little box, okay? It should let us hear your voice. Just come up close and try to speak into the light as loud as you can.”
He does a quick count down before hitting record, asking the first question. “How long were you a guard here?”
After the allotted silence, Rayne asks the next one. “Did you die here? Or were you called back once you died?”
“Did you always walk solitary?”
“Was the prison as bad for you as it was for the prisoners?”
Dylan does another count down before finally stopping the recording. He crouches down at Rayne’s side before lifting the box between them for them both to hear and hitting play. Both of their first questions go by with no whispers between. After his second question, there’s a muttering of a few words neither of the two can make out, even after replaying it three times.
It’s the final question that holds an actual answer. As soon as the word “prisoners” leaves Rayne’s mouth, a shout follows.
“Oh damn,” Dylan says, rewinding it immediately. Rayne simply leans closer to him, listening more intently. As it plays again, she jolts back, almost cracking her head against the concrete wall.
“Did you hear what I did?”
Dylan shakes his head. “I only hear a yell.”
“It sounds like it’s saying ‘Shut up.’” Her eyes are wide, an excited gleam underneath. “Almost like the guard doesn’t want to talk about the conditions or the prisoners subject to them.”
“Hang on, let me listen again.” Dylan plays it two more times before nodding. “I kinda hear it.” Then he says to the camera facing the two of them, “if you guys at home hear something different, put it down in the comments and let us know.”
Rayne snorts. “You’re such a dork with that.”
“What,” he grins, “with asking for more opinions?”
“No, just the way you say it.” The two laugh a bit before the REM goes off again, this time holding the sound for a long time. “Can you step back from that, please, so we can use the recorder again?”
It takes a second before following her direction, ceasing the sound. She turns to the man next to her as she talks. “I think this time, we just let it go. No questions, just see what it picks up.”
“Works for me.” This time, Dylan sets it on the ground. He does another count down before hitting record and just letting it go. They wait what feels like almost a full minute before stopping it, the REM emitting a few short bursts of beeping here and there. This time, the recording is dead silent the entire time. He lets out a sigh. “Well, such is the way of investigating. I think it might be a bust down here tonight.”
Next to him, Rayne shakes her head. “I can still feel something. Two somethings, really, but only one wants to talk. The other is just heavy. Like a warning.”
“Similar to that one at Madison?” Before she can answer, he glances to the camera, shamelessly plugging. “Guys, if you want to see what we keep referring to, go watch our video on the Haunted Nights channel with Ray and Lia at the Madison Seminary.”
The girl snorts again. “Shameless. But no, not like Madison. It’s still more ambiguous. That warning before it attacked Lia was an angry heaviness. This one could be angry or it could be fearful. I still can’t pinpoint it.”
“That’s so strange to me,” Dylan says. “Do we want to just wait and see what happens, then, rather than keep asking questions that lead to nowhere?”
“I mean, it’s worth a shot,” Rayne nods. She shifts to fully settle onto the floor, legs crossed. Dylan joins her a moment later, their knees touching. “I wonder if the one that wants to talk just doesn’t have the energy to. If it’s our friend, they used up a ton of energy last night between our two groups. Plus we’re more spread out tonight. If it’s still trying to talk to multiple of us at once, that has to be taxing.”
“True. Or if it’s someone new, it could just be they haven’t really been active in a while.”
“That, too.”
The two fall into silence for a while, just letting what happens happen. The REM continues to let out a few short beeps every once in a while, but nothing else really happens. They try another EVP session with no results before fading back into silence. About fifteen minutes later, Rayne shifts, taking her hoodie off.
“You okay?” Dylan asks.
“Yeah,” she says, “just got hot all of a sudden.”
With her Built Different hoodie now in her lap, it’s easy to see her black Ouija board shirt. One Dylan has to poke fun at. “That’s an interesting shirt choice for an investigation.”
Rayne smiles. “When in Rome.”
The silence that follows is more tense, the air heavier somehow. Both feel it, though Rayne scowls at the floor in front of her. This time, it’s only a couple minutes before she says something.
“It’s getting heavier.” Dylan’s eyes shoot to her, worried.
“How so?”
“There’s definitely anger now, but there’s also fear. The two energies are way different now.”
“Can you tell which is which? Or where they’re coming from?”
She shakes her head. “No. But I have a guess.”
“Do I really want to know?” Despite his joking, Dylan’s still tense.
“Think. If you’re a guard in a prison and there’s two people just sitting on the floor in the hall, wouldn’t you assume they’re prisoners not in their cells? And if you were in solitary, wouldn’t you be more afraid of an angry guard?”
Dylan takes a breath. “Do you think we should move back to the cell? Just to see what happens?”
“I’m honestly not sure if I can stand without getting dizzy right now.” She blows out a long breath. “Dyl, it’s settled on my chest.”
“I don’t like the sound of that. At all.” He pushes to his feet, sliding the DR-60 back into his pocket. “Here, let me help you. Let’s see if going back into the cell helps a bit.”
Rayne nods, reaching up to take his hand, leaning on him as they move back into the cell before plopping down onto the bed portion of the floor. She crosses her legs and leans her elbows on her knees, chin in her hands.
“It’s already better, but it’ll probably be a few minutes until we can really tell,” she says.
“Take all the time you need. Other than what you’re getting, it’s quiet in here tonight. I don’t think we’ll get much else, anyway.”
“Paranormal walkie talkie to the rescue.” The joke falls flat as three clear footsteps sound from the hallway. Startled, she looks up at Dylan, who peeks into the hall with the camera.
“Nothing’s there,” he says. “That timing, though. That was insane.”
“Yeah, no, for sure. I don’t know how I feel about that.” Down the hall, another couple steps echo. “I hate to jinx it but that sounds like it’s walking away.”
“I’m not sure that’s much better, honestly.” Dylan moves back over to her, crouching down. “How are you feeling?”
“Honestly? Kinda unsettled. This whole place is freakier than anywhere else we’ve been. And we’ve been to some freaky places with you and Steve.” He reaches out a hand, rubbing her shoulder in comfort. “The feeling isn’t leaving, though. The fear’s just changing. The anger is still there, but the fear…”
She trails off, unsure of where to go. Dylan sits down in front of her, setting the camera to the side. “Do you want to head back to the staff room before it gets worse?” He checks his watch. “It’s only 12:50, though.”
“No, I just…” She sighs. “I only wanted to come back tonight to see what was up last night. To try and figure it out. Even if a lot of the time I don’t get exact feelings or words or anything, I can always figure it out at some point. I couldn’t figure it out last night and I wanted to see if I could tonight, but so far, nothing.”
“You don’t have to prove yourself, you know.” His hands find hers, holding them lightly. “Not to me, not to any of the guys, especially not to Lia and Vi. Not even to the viewers. They can go look at our videos and see you’re telling the truth.”
“No, it’s not that.” She grips his fingers, needing him to follow where she’s going. “It didn’t feel super malevolent last night. It didn’t want to attach, it didn’t want to attack, even if it said it did. I could feel it. And the constant begging for help? I just-”
“You had to see if you could help.” He finishes the thought for her as her mouth pulls into a frown. “You forget that I know you, Ray. Same as you know me.”
“Even if it’s all just some twisted trick, I had to see. I still want to.”
He nods. “Okay, then. We’ll stay till the time’s up. Just to see. I just don’t want you to end up how you did last night, okay?”
“I won’t, I promise. If I’m really feeling it, I’ll let you know and we’ll leave.”
“Deal.” They share a grin before Dylan leans back against the wall, still keeping Rayne’s hands in his. “Do you want to leave the REM pod on?”
“Yeah, it’s the only thing other than me really getting anything. I do think the EVPs are a bust, though.”
“I think so, too. Do you want to stay there or move against the wall?”
“Here’s fine, I think. I honestly don’t really want to move until I have to right now.” He nods again and reaches over to angle the camera to see the both of them, keeping one hand in hers.
Silence wraps around them, only broken by occasional noises from the REM. No more footsteps, no slamming of cell doors, no disembodied voices. Just their breathing and the light ticking of both of their watches.
The whole time, even though it’s on camera, their hands stay linked, free hands in their laps. At one point, Rayne asks Dylan to turn off the light on the camera, enveloping the two in darkness.
In the dark, the silence becomes heavier again, if only because of the unease of losing one of the vital senses. Both lose track of time, just sitting in the quiet, sharing check-in whispers here and there. Eventually, Rayne whispers something that sets Dylan on edge.
“I don’t like this.”
“What are you getting?”
There’s a pause before she answers, needing to ready herself. Her voice drops even further, barely audible. “There’s something watching us. The angry one. It’s been getting heavier this whole time but it’s like right next to us.”
“We should go.” His voice is just as soft, but his hand grips hers tighter. “I don’t think you’re going to find what you wanted.”
“It got worse when you mentioned leaving.” A hint of fear tinges her voice now. “It wants us to stay.”
“I’m not letting you stay when you’re the only one who can feel it. It has to be close to the meetup time, anyway. The others will come looking.” He shifts to the side to turn on the camera light.
Just in time for invisible nails to rake across Rayne’s throat, burning in a way that makes her scream before she begins choking.
Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated but never necessary! If you made it this far we love you - Ophelia, Rayne, & Vidia
In their recent video, Surviving a Haunted City with 20 Youtubers.
To be updated with moments from all the other POVs!
Current POVS: Sam and Colby
Surviving a Haunted City with 20 Youtubers by Sam and Colby
4:08
Tanner: Yeah it [doll] was in the dirty little basket.
Sam: It was in some dirtier places beforehand.
Colby: What the hell?
Sam: Uhhh, what? Guys, relax.
9:30
Sam: Oh yeah, that's where [upstairs] the women are right?
Colby: One woman.
Sam: Oh just one woman? For five of us?
Colby: I have a girlfriend dude, back off.
Dakota: I could be gay, I don't know!
20:55
Sam: ---we are here at the livery barn. Slightly weird name. Delivery but without the "D". *awkward silence*
Colby: Right yeah... *laughs*
Sam: Alright. Why was that weird bro?
28:27
Sam: Do you wanna get tied up bro?
Kelly: Yeah, I'm down.
Sam: Cool.
Amanda: Wanna tie him [Kelly] up? *pushes blindfold towards Sam and Ashley*
Sam: Do I ever---*goes to grab the blindfold at the same time as Ashley* Oh you wanted to do it?
Ashley, trying to hand the blindfold over to Sam: You were really keen on doing it---
Sam: No I wasn't like... super excited to do this... I didn't like invite him here specifically to do this... like I swear.
Kelly: You did use the rope emoji, that was kinda crazy.
Colby: Woah.
Sam: You know, only for special people, you know what I'm saying?
Ashley: I'll get out of the way...
Kelly: Thank you Ashley let me have some boy time... *Sam tying the blindfold* I think this is a little different meaning to XPLR...
Colby: I don't like this conversation...
33:06
Kelly, in estes: Take my hand.
Sam: *reaches out his hand*
Ashley: *puts Kelly's hand in Sam's*
Kelly: Who's hand is this?
Ashley: Am I in a love triangle?
Kelly, laughing: This feels too big to be Ashley's hand.
Sam: This is why I invited him on the channel... Y'know what I'm saying? *looks to Ashley* Sorry I'm trying to swoop.
Ashley: It's okay no worries bro, we can share him.
Sam: Ok cool cool---y'know we're gonna try our best.
Kelly: Whoever's hand I was like---okay this feels nice, like I need some comforting.
Colby: Ayo!
Sam: That's what's up.
Kelly: Well I knew it wasn't Ashley's like, that's way too big, okay?
Sam: Yeah I got big hands, y'know what I'm saying... What's up?
Colby: What?
Sam: What?
37:13
Sam: I mean you'll be with us so what does that make you feel.
Gavin: Uh... a little horny.
Sam: Oh my God, guys... It's gonna become a different type of video real quick.
Colby: What's going on here, man?
44:52
The whole Adam slapping Celina's wrist bit, lol?
58:24
Try Guys hand holding and possible kiss circle.
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hiii can i rq a dylan stevens x soft! fem reader??? like he’s with steve, sam and colby and his gf wanted to tag along but she gets scared super easily
Hi dear! Thank you so much for this request! I have such a soft spot (and crush) for Steve and Dylan and I was so upset to see no fanfics for them. So I decided to take things into my own hands 😂 Hope you enjoy the fic, darling 💌
Not for the faint of heart
Pairing: Dylan Stevens x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Paranormal Investigations, Swearing
Genre: FLUFF, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: see request above
Shaky hands cling onto the sleeve of Dylan's hoodie as the group makes their way through the halls of the abandoned and supposedly haunted hospital. The vibe has been eerie the whole night with bangs, cracks and even footsteps echoing off the walls all too frequently for your comfort.
You're not the biggest fan of the paranormal but, on the other hand, you are the biggest fan of your boyfriend who's made one of your biggest fears his job. Therefore, you've been finding yourself in these creepy places all too often as of recent. It doesn't help that Steve, who's decidedly become an older brother to you since you and Dylan started dating, loves messing with you and scaring you.
Tonight is no different.
A tickle to your side causes you to squeal and jump, seeking comfort by nuzzling further into Dylan's side. Looking over your shoulder, you're both relieved and annoyed to see a grinning Steve.
"You jerk!" You lightly smack his shoulder, making him and the guys laugh, "You almost gave a heart attack!"
An arm wraps around your shoulders, halting your rather ineffective offense attempt. "Alright, alright that's enough, you two. Well, mostly you." Dylan gives Steve an annoyed scolding look, "Quit messing with my girlfriend."
Raising his hands in surrender, Steve lightheartedly apologizes but you meet his words with the most distrustful, narrow-eyed glare which, again, elicits a laugh from him.
Dylan can't help but smile widely at the ridiculous scene in front of him. He remembers how nervous you were to meet his best friend, a thousand thoughts and insecurities running through your head, causing you massive anxiety. All such uncertainties were snuffed out the second you actually met Steve. You had only seen pictures of him up until that point and in each he looked so gloomy and serious. Very no-nonsense, very unlike Dylan or yourself. That's where your hesitation had sprouted from.
The second he'd climbed out of his car, a wide smile contradicted the image of him you had conjured in your head. Him and Dylan were the goofiest duo you'd ever seen and you were so easily sucked into their dynamic that now you've become a trio. Though not so much when it comes to the ghost hunting stuff.
The two sometimes manage to convince you to tag along but most of their attempts are ineffective. This time was the case of the former. Though, to be frank, Sam and Colby played a huge role in getting you to agree.
The five of you have now sat down in what the tour guide had informed you was a sort of makeshift ritual room. Not much gave away that fact if one could casually ignore the huge burn mark in the middle of the floor.
You, however, can't.
"It's said that you can still feel heat emanating from that spot right there." Sam explains to the camera, turning it to film the dark stain in question. "We'll have to check on our own though."
The first to step up to the occasion is Colby, crouching down next to the mark, being extra cautious not to step on it. "Sam, doesn't this remind you of something." He asks, looking up at his best friend whose face contorts from confusion into utter horror within a second.
"Oh my God, you're right! The Sallie house!" The blonde exclaims, his jaw hitting the floor, "Not again, dude!"
The name takes a moment to register in your brain but when you connect it to its respective Sam and Colby video - yes, the only reason you agreed to coming is because you're a huge fan - you too go wide-eyed.
"You wanna sit down in the middle of it again?" Dylan's question only worsens your terror. The fact that Sam doesn't say 'no' right away isn't helping either.
"Don't give him ideas!" You whisper-yell at your boyfriend who just sheepishly smiles at you.
"Don't worry, Y/N, I'm not doing that shit again. Well, unless money is involved, that is." He adds the last part as a joke but that still doesn't stop Steve and Dylan from reaching for their wallets. You quickly smack their hands, their laughter provoking your own.
"Yo! Come check this out! It's fucking crazy!" Colby's voice interrupts, causing you all to look over to him hovering his hand over the blackened concrete, "It feels like holding your hand up to an oven door."
Your friends, unlike you, show no sign of hesitation as they approach Colby, each sticking their hand out in search of proof that they're not being messed with. Seeing their faces morph into a look of absolute disbelief and astonishment, you realize that your fear isn't stronger than your need to confirm it for yourself.
Your friends have stepped a few feet away from the spot by now, allowing you to crouch down and see for yourself. And see, you do.
You snatch your hand back as soon as you'd extended it, quickly getting up to your feet. Your face mimics the other four reactions this bizarre phenomenon provoked from the other people in the room.
Suddenly, a gust of warm air tickling the back of your neck reminds you that you are indeed quite terrified. For just a second though, since you're quick to remind yourself of Steve's antics. You turn around to reprimand him for messing with you again just to realize him, along with Dylan, are a good ten feet away from you, helping Sam and Colby unpack their equipment.
Your rationality goes back to fear in an instant. Your blood runs cold and your eyes fill with tears. The only words that escape your lips are choked yet still somehow high-pitched, "Oh my God!"
Four heads snap in your direction. They drop what they're doing, seeing your distressed state. Dylan jogs over to you, his hands resting on your arms, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Instinctively, you reach up to the back of your neck, touching the goosebumps that have formed on your skin, "It felt like someone was breathing down my neck." You explain, moving your hair out of the way to show your boyfriend, "I-I thought it was Steve..."
"Hey!" The accused argues, now having approached you as well, eyes flooded with worry. "I swear it wasn't me."
You quickly shake your head, "I know! I'm fucking shaking." You mutter, biting your lip as you try controlling your racing heartbeat.
"Did you scratch yourself?" Colby asks, shining the camera light on your skin to make sure he's seeing correctly.
"No, why?" Your eyes blow wide open at the question but you try your best to keep your composure.
Colby's just about to reply, telling you about the red spot that's appeared on the back of your neck when Dylan catches his eye. With a sharp shake of the head he delivers his message loud and clear. "It's nothing, my bad. I was casting a shadow and it looked like a bruise." He says instead, the sigh he receives in response from you confirming that telling you would've been a bad idea.
You stay wrapped in Dylan's embrace while the guys set up their equipment for a session. One of his hands is rested on your back while the other has cupped the back of your head, keeping you to his chest as he whispers reassurances in your hair, periodically interrupting himself to kiss the top of your head.
"It's ok, babe. Nothing's gonna hurt you. Not on my watch." He says, making you giggle.
"What, you're gonna fistfight a ghost?" You ask, pulling away to be able to look him in the eyes.
His kind, adorable eyes you love so much. Especially the creases that appear at their corners when he smiles the way he is now, looking down at you.
"For you? Anytime. I'm military personnel, after all." He proclaims, resting his forehead against yours.
You can't help the blush that creeps onto your cheeks which threaten to start hurting from how widely you're smiling - a side effect of having the cutest goofball as a boyfriend.
"Dork." You chuckle, shaking your head before connecting your lips in a quick kiss.
The moment doesn't last long, curtesy of none other than...
And if I said a couple of friends and I were working on a major collab fic with the Triplets, Sam and Colby, Haunted Nights, and YouTube based on the 3 of us, what would you guys say abt that.... would you want to read it??
“Treachery was a coin the Targaryens knew well,” Robert said. The anger was building in him again. “Lannister paid them back in kind. It was no less than they deserved. I shall not trouble my sleep over it.”
“You were not there,” Ned said, bitterness in his voice.
Troubled sleep was no stranger to him.
He had lived his lies for fourteen years, yet they still haunted him at night.
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