#bestfren

[bejeweledjulz]

mother went hard for us i also love my cassie fr

my poem mundo saudade on my tortured skirt

life felt so right, sometimes i remember why im in it

[setcolder]

AAAAAWWWWWW :((( AWWWWWW :((((((( I PHYSICALLY GUSHING OVER THIS... HES SO CUTE.... SAIKI IS SO WEAK FOR THESE ... the way he dropped the junpei nickname right after kaidou mentioning his wants 😭😭😭😭😭 im actually jsnsnshaman THEIR FRIENDSHIP SHOULD BE TALKED MORE FRERR thank u for this

Even from early chapters saiki already show his true color (CARING AND KIND AND

I really miss all the Kaidou and Saiki friendship moments in the manga they didn't put in the anime, like Kaidou's introduction or the one where they went to a convention together

Also, both chapters were so good, like Kaidous introduction was

Like ?? ,DUDDEE. man just renames him to junpei and goes along with it for the rest of the chapter

AND AND. It shows us Kaidou without his chuunibyou persona and who he really is

!!!! Like Jesus christ so different

THESE PAGES. MEAN. SO. MUCH. TO. ME. !!!!!!!!!!!

It shows Kaidou has faked and created the personality he has now only as a means to get people to like him, but people didn't, and he felt too trapped in his personality he never changed it

Dude doesn't give that much of a shit about the potential psychic he thought he saw, he's just playing up his excitement about it as a means to talk and be friends with saiki

He barely even CARES about his whole heroic persona and story, he just wants friendsss sosbbsssss

AND and ANDD

Saiki gives him the joy of being able to find the "creature" he was looking for, giving him an excuse to talk to and befriend saiki more, because saiki saw the fact he tried so hard to be his friend

LIKE EEEE3 BREROOOOOOOO. SAIKI WILLINGLY DOES THIS TO CHEER HIM UP.

"Another bothersome person has entered my life." Saiki, Kaidou was gently knocking on the door to your life and you SWUNG the door open willingly, what are you talking about

Kaidou clearly uses his powers as an excuse to have conversation, hell he even PLANS out what he wants to say to saiki beforehand

Real as hell Kaidou honestly real as hell

Anyway rant over i think kaidous character is a lot more than what meets the eye (but that's so with every saiki k character)

[kiwibubbles5]

IT IS BESTEST FRIEND'S BIRTHDAY TIIIIIIME 🥳🎉🎊

I've had this whole concept very clear in my mind for quite a while, but. The actual drawing of it stiiiiill happened very last-minute lol. ✨procrastination✨ Also woopsies I had to shrink the heck out of this to get Tumblr to post it 😅 it's HALF its original size

happy birfdayyyyyyy @lounaticm 💖💗💕💗💖

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships

"Do you think we're soulmates

In another lifetime?" "I want Vox in all of mine.."

[seobseobs]

“nightwalking with taehyun” WHAT AB ME . HUH 💥🤬 i thought i was the one holding ur hand not bitchless tyun (it's ironic bc people now want him to apologise bc he has bitches but let's pretend he doesn't for a second .. okay? okay.)

my love . my bro . my babe . my dude .

i said night walking , where did you even get the idea of me holding tyunnie's hands?!&^# 😞💔 im sad you dont believe in our relationship right now.. 🤕

im literally holding your hand at this moment??? 😠😒🤨🤨

[gennabi]

to be taken care of during menstrual cramps

[reputationstaylors]

I've perfected the grunge black eyeliner smudge look 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 v proud of myself

[romqnticstylez]

born to call it a ********* hate club forced to call it a ******** hate club

[kiwibubbles5]

[runbulletproof]

@secretsecretbunny OMFG BITCH YOU GOT ME DAECHWITA EARRINGS!?!?!???? 😭😭😭 I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH WTF!!! 🥹💖💖💖 thank you omfg 🥺

[pubbytime]

Me when bestfriend logs on:

[kiwibubbles5]

Happiest birthday to my bestest friend 🥰 @lounaticm

[yuckyfucky]

“Wait, where’s sai, ellie?”

i already knew..

scent of the pine. 6 (e.w)

barks wildly!!!!

wc;cw: 8.2k, sistersbestfriend!ellie, guitarist/producer!ellie, violinist!reader, age gap (three years), all ocs r black coded <3, fluff, ANGST!!!! back to my roots, smut MDNI!!!!, eating out no wendy’s, fingering, daddy kink, choking, nothing too crazy tbh!!, mentions of death, dassit love yall  

Ellie refused to sleep until she heard you snore lightly, and even then, she was afraid to leave you unattended after tonight’s events. 

She felt a whirlwind of emotions when she knocked on your door earlier that night: anticipation, stress, arousal… love. Pure, deep love that she was fearful to admit, that was immeasurable, nearly bursting through her the minute the door opened to reveal your ethereal aura. 

You were indescribably breathtaking in her eyes. Every mole, every scar: she was obsessed with every aspect that made you who you are, and she couldn’t hold the overwhelming rush in her heart every time she saw you any longer. 

Tonight was not what she expected. She felt an immense amount of guilt when she rushed both of you back to her car. She was angry, she was jealous, and she allowed that to overtake the grand gesture of her affection for you. She was so disappointed in herself and her near outburst, but you, being the godsend that you were, convinced her that everything was fine. You were always so soft, so prepared to comfort, so forgiving. She couldn’t help but feel in the wrong whenever you looked at her with compassion that she didn’t deserve. 

And the sex… the fucking sex, what the fuck!

She’s never had sex that good with anyone. No fling, no partner. Anyone. 

She couldn’t keep her hands off you the entire night: holding your hand, kissing you all over your face, playing footsie under the dinner table at the restaurant.

She loved touching you, loved knowing you were close to her again. 

When she finally got her hands on you, every doubt she had completely checked out. She had tunnel vision, the only thing she could see—wanted to see— was you. You, you, you; She didn’t want anyone else! She missed you so fucking bad. 

But the second you looked back at her from the couch, she knew something was off. 

You looked so… dream-like. Like you weren’t really there. There were shimmers in your eyes like you were made of glitter, a soft doting whenever you reached for her and begged her to fuck you. She should’ve stopped the minute she saw you entering that state. But she didn’t. She didn’t fucking stop. 

She pushed you until you were unmoving, completely limp in her grasp and detached from the world around you. She kissed you all over, sang into your ear with hopes it would help you come down smoothly, and all she could do was patiently hold you until you did. 

And now here she was, scared to separate from you. That look you gave her when she asked to leave for a few seconds broke her, nearly brought her to her knees. Your eyes were glossed over and terrified at the suggestion of her going anywhere, and she hates herself for even bringing it up.

Her arms were wrapped around your blanketed form, your head tucked away in her neck, your soft breaths tickling her. She was still planting barely-there kisses on your forehead, but she needed to make sure you had water and a snack before you really drifted off. And Duchess was still trapped downstairs, she was probably pissed at both of you!

She moved as stealthily as she could, slowly untangling her body from yours and shoving a pillow up against you to replicate her form. She swiftly padded across her room and down the stairs to the guest room, already hearing her baby’s light scratches on the door, poor thing. 

“So sorry, honeybun, c’mere,” she cooed quietly, her heart jolting at Duchess’s small where were you! meows. Ellie picked her up and pressed kisses all over her face, rubbing the space between her neck and head as the kitty purred into her chest. 

She set Duchess back down on the floor softly so she could roam before walking over to the kitchen and refilling her water and food bowls. She walked over to the kitchen in haste, grabbing water and a Kit Kat bar from the fridge. She should’ve bought your favorite gummies; she’ll get you twenty bags in the morning for being so sweet to her. 

Ellie swiftly made her way back upstairs, finding Duchess already laying by your still feet as she licked her paw. She didn’t want to wake you, but you needed to hydrate.

She set your small snack on the nightstand before sitting next to your sleeping form. She leaned over you and gently kissed your cheeks until you started shuffling. 

“Hiii, baby, jus’need you to eat something, okay? Then you can go to sleep,” you were mumbling out small protests, but she continued to kiss your face. You eventually rolled over and complied. 

“Feeling better? Need something else?” 

“M’okay, now, thank you,” Ellie kissed your forehead before sitting up, reaching towards the nightstand.

She opened the water and candy bar for you as you sat up—Duchess meowed in complaint, what a brat! —and rubbed your eyes. She passed the bottle to you when you sat next to her. Don’t stare at her tits, don’t! “Drink all of it.” 

You nodded at her, taking bites of your Kit Kat as you sipped in silence. 

“Dina would kill you if she saw you eating a Kit Kat like that,” she said with a soft laugh. 

You smiled softly, and her heart pounded, “I miss Dina.” 

She kissed your shoulder at your solemn tone, “She misses you more, and big sis. She always talks about you two.” 

“Really? Even now?” 

“Even now. Always talks about how you pissed yourself when we all went rock climbing at the mall,” she said in between laughs as you shook your head. 

“What the hell, why that memory?” Ellie laughed harder.

“I’m supposed to see her at the bar tomorrow night with Jesse.”

“Ooooo, party,” your brows were wiggling as you bit your candy bar. She shook her head at you with a grin. 

“Shut up! Anthony knows almost everyone’s on Spring Break so he's doing something, like always. He bought some DJ equipment and asked me and my partner to practice before Saturday,” she gazed at you, and you gazed back. You’re so fucking gorgeous. 

“Oh.” 

Her ears perked up at your tone, “What?” 

“Nothing,” you sheepishly laughed. She furrowed her brows at you. 

“… D’you wanna go?” You didn’t reply. You looked deep in thought, so she pressed. 

“You can, y’know. Everyone’s gonna be there.” 

“Yeah, I, um… sounds fun.” 

“…Okay? You going?”

“I… I’m ninety-nine percent sure sissy’s gonna be there,” you whispered as if your confession would scare her, but her heart grayed. 

“… Oh.” 

How could she forget that both you and your sister are regulars at the fucking bar! She’s a fucking idiot! 

“… Yeah. And if the guy she’s seeing is going then… she’s definitely going.”

“Fuck.” She needed to smoke so badly. 

She knew seeing your sister was going to happen at some point, but she can’t deny the anxiety that she felt at the thought of reconnecting with her. What if she still hated her? Oh, fuck, how the fuck would she react to you and her being… whatever you were. She’d probably kill her without delay. There’s no doubt that there were deep feelings between the two of you, but you and your sister's bond was unbreakable. She would be mortified if you were forced to choose between her and your own blood; She would never put you through that. 

“D’you… um, regret what you said earlier, when we were on the couch?” She asked insecurely, dropping her gaze down onto the floor.

Ellie was starting to get anxious. Did you not want to be with her due to your feelings of betrayal? Were you about to break her heart and tell her your feelings were in the heat of the moment? That her feelings for you weren’t reciprocated? She could feel her nails digging into her cuticles in attempts to combat her nerves.

“I-I don’t regret it, but I do think that makes it… worse, I guess,” you were barely whispering. She didn’t say anything back. 

“Ellie?” She watched your soft hands wrap around hers in her lap. 

“Mhm?” She didn’t look at you. 

“Look at me? Please?” She saw you turn to face her out of the corner of her eye. Your tone was shattering her heart. 

Jinglejinglejingle!—

Duchess climbed onto Ellie’s lap and plopped down on your interlocked hands. She planted a light kiss onto her head. 

“Please, El? Please?” 

She could feel tears forming in her eyes at your voice. So soothing and tender. Her heart was making grabby hands towards you. 

When she met your eyes, her tears fell, and you kissed away the droplets on her cheeks. Her guilt was starting to sink in; She missed your sister so much and she wanted her back in her life, but she can’t imagine how she would react if she found out that somebody she hated was sneaking around with her baby sister. She’d probably wring her by her neck; She almost killed her at Chik-Fil-A, for fucks sake!

Ellie sobbed into your shoulder, inhaling your flowery scent mixed with hers with every shaky breath. She heard the familiar hums against your ear; She remembered your mom always singing this whenever she came over years ago. 

She was so, so in love with you, but she couldn’t be happy about it. 

She took her reaction as a sign from the universe, another potential love story broken.

You were awoken by Duchess pawing at your face. And a pang in your bladder. 

You felt Ellie pressed against you, no space between your bodies, her leg swung over yours and face in your neck as she snored softly. You slowly shifted, causing Duchess to flee to the floor, careful not to wake the angel next to you. Her grip tightened around your body to pull you closer as she inhaled deeply, and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. 

And then it hit you. You were no longer a virgin. Were first-time-fuckers always this sore? 

You slowly shifted again, and Ellie whined in complaint before you felt a gentle bite on your shoulder. You giggled.

“Stop moving, m’trying to sleep.” 

“I gotta pee, Ellie, lemme go right quick,” you heard her sigh before she let you go, unwrapping her arms and leg from around you. 

You quickly sat up and scurried to her bathroom as fast as your body would allow, even though your sore legs and cunt were begging you to sit your sorry ass down. Of course, small jingles and scratches could be heard from the opposite side of the bathroom door, to which you replied with a giggly occupied!

After freshening up with Ellie’s wet wipes, you washed your hands and looked into the wall mirror atop the sink. You looked… fucking crazy. 

The now coils on your head were completely matted and pressed from your sleep, —no fucking scarf! — there were light bruises on your chest and neck and cheeks! Both sets, holy fuck! 

Should you be embarrassed at how hot all the marks made you? 

You concluded that you weren’t, not in the slightest. 

A knock came from the opposite side of the door, “Good, baby?” 

Ellie sounded so fucking sexy as she called out to check on you, her morning voice making shivers run up and down your spine like a track star. You ripped the door open, ignoring her shocked face and pulling her close to kiss her. 

She reciprocated instantly, humming into your mouth as you pulled at her soft hair, her arms wrapping around you to pull you against her bare chest. 

“This early in the morning?” She murmured against your mouth before moving down to suck on your neck. You whined out your consent as you kissed hers back. 

She pushed you back into the bathroom, swiftly shutting the door and lifting you onto the bathroom counter. You winced slightly as pain shot from your still very tender ass, and she immediately pulled away from you. 

“Fuck, fuck, m’sorry— “

“I’m okay! Just achey, m’okay, baby. Promise.” You grabbed her face in your hands to calm her, pull her closer, but the more she looked at you, you saw something bloom in her eyes behind her concern. Something fearful, something doubtful. It made your heartbeat spike. 

“El? What’s the matter?” 

She quickly averted her eyes elsewhere— somewhere behind you as she bit the skin on her lip. She was nervous, and you knew something was bothering her. You didn’t get a chance to ask what was wrong before she spoke, eyes unmoving. 

“Think we… we needa talk.” 

After Ellie dressed to retrieve your overnight bag from her car, you showered, and nearly drowned in your anxiety. 

Your worries rampaged as you detangled your hair. What did she want to discuss? Your barely-there relationship? Did she not love you back? Your sister? All of the options made your ears ring with panic, but you breathed through it. Tried to breathe through it. 

She’s breaking up with you! Be prepared! 

The voice you wished would die was back to its regularly scheduled patronizing. 

You were always your biggest enemy. 

You brushed your teeth and washed your face, trying to ignore the shakiness of your hands. Just fucking breathe! You’re okay! Just breathe!

You took a large breath after dressing comfortably, opening the door, and descending the stairs, unsteadily making your way to where Ellie was sitting on the couch, Duchess laid out on her lap. 

Here goes nothing. 

“I, um…” 

You and Ellie were facing each other on the couch, legs crossed and knees almost touching. She was right in front of you, and yet she looked so distant. 

Even in her conflicted state, she still smelled so fucking good. 

“What is it, Ellie?” Your voice trembled and you hated it. She still had a large hold on you after all this time. 

Her eyes shut as she sighed before she finally looked at you, and devastation ran through you. She was about to break your heart; you could see it in her eyes. Tears were gathering in yours at the thought. You could feel it, you felt it so deep—

“We need to talk to your sister before we… y’know?” 

… Huh? Your heart was in your throat. 

She must’ve noticed the confused look on your face, “Like, before I ask you… to be my girlfriend?” 

She seemed so nervous and shy as she stared down at your leg, and you felt her fingers brushing against yours in your lap. 

“You… you wanna be with me? Like, actually?” 

“Wanna be with you so bad, like… I might die,” she lightly laughed, but you could hear the eagerness in her voice. Your heart was going to burst out of your chest and start making out with her itself. 

“I just can’t do it behind her back anymore. Sneaking around isn’t as sexy as I thought it would be,” you couldn’t ignore the wet snort that ran left you at her light huff. Ellie had expressed her desire to reconcile with your sister to you, and you wanted nothing more than for them to be on good terms again, but the fear of her disapproval was starting to set into the pit of your stomach. 

“When do we talk to her?” 

“As soon as we can, I guess. I know you leave soon, but… I don’t know, can we try before you go?” 

“But… what if she doesn’t…”

She released a sorrowful sigh at your suggestion as she shook her head, “I’m not ruining you’n your sister's relationship. I’m not.” 

“Ellie, d’you… d’you love me?” 

“So much,” she whispered like it pained her to say. “But I can’t do that to both of you— “

“No. M’not going through this again, I’m not losing you again. I refuse to go through that a second time.” 

Hot tears were seering in your eyes as you gritted out your objection, “Me’n my sister's relationship is between us, and what we have is between you and me, that’s it. Nothing that me and my sister go through after this is your fault.” 

“Yes, it will be, I’m going to be in the middle of it regardless. I’d be so… fucked up if that happened because it would be on me.”

Her tone was much sterner as she looked at you with furrowed brows, and it made you angrier. You never thought she would be this reluctant to be with you. Your feelings for her were finally reciprocated, and now she didn’t want to be with you because of your sister?! You couldn’t help but feel played. 

“Ellie, that’s not fucking fair! I wanna be with you— “

“You don’t think I want to be with you?! I do! But your family is more important than that, and it always will be!” 

You understood where her concerns were coming from: you knew how much loss she'd endured when she was little, but she didn’t get to make decisions for you, especially when it came to your own family. Your sister would eventually get over her grievances with the two of you being together, you knew that. 

“Ellie, c’mon! I… I just got you back,” you quieted as tears spilled down your cheeks. You saw her instantly soften, but she didn’t budge. “We didn’t even talk to her—we’ve only had one day together and you're ready to end it!” 

She shook her head at you with a downcast expression and it only made you sadder, “I… M’sorry, I just… I don’t want either of you to be resentful. Of each other, of me, of… whatever! I’m— “

She reached to grab your cheeks at your sad whimper, her thumbs wiping your tears. You looked into her sad, but affectionate eyes, “That's the worst feeling to have with family. It doesn’t matter how big or small the situation is. It… it fucking sucks, okay?” 

Even though you felt your heart slowly start its decay, you slowly nodded as you cried, “O-kay.” 

You took a shaky breath before continuing, "J-Just lemme handle it, okay? Please? She's still my sister, I know her better than anyone.”

She watched you closely before resigning, “Alright.”

You sniffled as you nodded, more tears falling from your face.

“Don’t cry, baby. Stop crying, c’mere.” 

She pulled you close to her, you clumsily straddling her waist as she held you. You silently wept into her shoulder as she shushed you softly. You smelt the scent that you fell in love with, and you could almost hear her taking in breaths of you, as well. 

You don’t know how much time passed with you in her arms as she rocked you, but you gently pulled away to look at her face. Her eyes met yours, your hands slowly reaching to grasp her cheeks before you gently kissed her lips. You heard her sigh before her hands slowly crept under your hoodie, gently caressing your skin. Goosebumps rose all over your arms as you shivered against her. You whimpered into her mouth as you grinded down onto her, and you felt her nails graze your back.

You pulled away and she chased your mouth. You gently pushed at her shoulders until she was propped up onto her elbows, her legs straightening underneath you. 

“Ellie?” 

“Mhm?” 

“Can I… wanna try something.” 

“Course, baby, what is it?” she looked up at you encouragingly. 

“Wanna… go down on you?” you barely squeaked out, and you saw a smirk grow on her face as your face grew hot.

“Wanna gimme head?” 

“Y-Yeah?” 

“Get me wet, then.” 

Your core squeezed as she laid flat on her back, pulling her sweatshirt over her head and onto the floor, her nipples hard and her chest flushed.

“Okay, uh… tell me what to do?” 

“Gonna, c’mere,” she pulled at your hoodie, and you bent down, reconnecting your lips to hers. The kiss was hotter, impassioned, as she slid her tongue onto yours. You moaned into the kiss as your hands slid up to her chest, barely grazing her tits. You felt her hips twitch under you slightly. 

You gently massaged her cups as she squirmed under you, her fingers digging into your hips. You moved to gently kiss her cheek and down to her jaw, sucking the skin lightly. She brought a hand up to the back of your neck to pull you closer. 

You moved down to the side of her neck and sucked, and she let out a satisfied sigh as she bucked up into you again. Hm, she likes it there! 

You sucked and nipped at the skin until a small, blotchy mark appeared before kissing down her chest. 

You were face-to… tit and it made your face warm. She was so fucking pretty, and her closeness made you grind down onto her, and she bucked up to meet you. 

You must’ve been gawking at her chest because you felt a hand grip your curls to lift your head up. You met her fiery gaze, “You’re staring hard as fuck. Wanna touch ‘em?” 

You nodded as you panted through parted lips. “Then touch me. Do what you want.” 

She released her grip in your hair, and your head plopped down and onto her soft tits. She snickered at you before you wordlessly sucked a nipple into your mouth. 

You heard her gasp out into the living room, her hips grinding up to meet yours. Your free hand blindly wandered to her other breast, playing with her other nipple in between your pointer finger and thumb. 

She released soft whimpers above you, and it made your clit jump with need. She smelt so good and felt so warm in your mouth, and you could slowly feel yourself slipping. You want to drown in her—

Jinglejinglejinglejinglejingle!—

You instantly detached from her as you looked up, Duchess sitting right above Ellie’s head staring at the two of you. Ellie tsked as she looked up at her, “You serious? Right now?” 

Meow! Meow meow! —

“Okay, okay, be quiet, hold on, baby,” Ellie moved to kiss your wet mouth before sitting up as you scooted off of her. 

“C’mon, vermin, you’re on time-out,” you watched as Ellie scooped up the kitty and waddled over to the guestroom, muttering scoldings to her baby. I’m trying to get some! Stop acting out! 

You smiled as you rose from the couch to bolt upstairs. 

You heard Ellie run up the stairs not even two minutes later, pouncing onto your lap as you laid on her bed. You both giggled before she reconnected your lips, grinding down on top of you. She kissed down your neck wetly, licking at your skin. You could feel a wet spot form on your panties as you softly pushed her back.

“G-Get off, wanna— “

“Yeah? Wanna eat my pussy? Make me cum in your mouth?” She mumbled against your neck, and you nodded eagerly. 

She gave one last smacking kiss to your mouth before she shuffled off you, crawling up until she leaned against her bed frame with you hot on her trail. You were laid on your stomach between her legs as you watched her remove and toss her boxers, and you couldn’t help but stare at her twitchy cunt. Her pussy was so fucking pretty, soft and wet with trails of hair, and it made your tongue water.

“You can touch, baby, wherever you like. Just feel around,” she sounded so wanton and breathy. You nodded and brought a hand up to pull her lips open, her clit shining and jumping slightly. You heard her sigh and a soft thud rung from the headboard. 

You shuffled closer to her pussy, your tongue lolling out to lick the nub sticking out between her folds. You took in the saltiness of her slick, and you released a pleased sigh on her cunt. She gasped and jerked away from you, and you looked up at her in concern. 

“Was… is that okay?” You whispered shyly. 

“Yeah, baby, jus’sensitive. Keep going, m’good.” 

You nodded softly, leaning down to repeat your actions on her clit. You moved your tongue slowly, trying to mimic what she does to you whenever you fuck. You licked her up and down, side to side, in slow circles—she squeals when you do that! She's so cute! You looked up at her to gauge her reactions: her head was thrown back onto the headboard, she was pulling at her nipples, she was blushing! She looked so worked up and ready to cum, and it made you shove your hand between your legs. 

You grinded down into your palm as you moaned softly into her pussy, and she let out choked gasps. 

“Feels s’good, baby!” 

You whined as your tongue swirled her clit, and she shuddered before looking down at you. You saw her lips curl into a grin, “W’na cum?” 

You nodded dazedly. She’s so pretty, fuck!

“Take your clothes off’n get up here.” 

You quickly moved into action, sitting up to pull your hoodie and shorts off before crawling up to lay beside her, only having your underwear and fluffy socks on. You looked up at her as you waited for her directions. 

She huffed at you. Your brows furrowed in confusion. 

“I meant up here, sit on my face,” she turned to say to you as she stuck her tongue out. You nearly died. You’re going to die!

“Oh.” 

“Mhm, c’mon,” she slid down to lay flat on her back. You shakily arched your hips to slip your panties off, but before you could fling them on the floor, she snatched them from your grasp and mischievously shoved them in her nightstand drawer. You stared blankly at her as she laughed hysterically. 

“I still have your other ones!” 

“BITCH! I fucking knew I wasn’t crazy, what the hell!” 

She laughed harder as she kicked her feet giddily, her goofy snorts filling the air. You watched her laugh blankly before impulsively straddling her waist, your cunt resting on top of hers. Her laughs got caught in her throat at your boldness, her lip pulling between her teeth as she stared up at you. You watched her gaze drop at your tits, down to your tummy and back up to your eyes. Your body was so hot as she shamelessly looked you up and down. You felt so exposed, yet so… so—

“I know you’re pretty’n gorgeous and all that, but have I ever told you how fuckin’ sexy you are?” 

You got hotter—and wetter— as you squirmed on top of her. You whimpered shyly, “I-I don’t know, I think so.” 

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, you make me so wet,” she whispered to you. She sounded so… stupefied, like she was hypnotized as she took you in. She reached her hands up to play with your tits, “Look so good on top, g’na make you ride me one day.” 

“G’na r-ride it s’good, daddy,” you keened thoughtlessly, and you felt one of her hands come up to wrap around your throat, your eyes fluttering shut when she squeezed the sides.

“Yeah? Gonna take it nice’n deep? Fuck me how you wanna?” She moaned out raspily. Her free hand slid down to grab your hip, slowly moving you back and forth like you were actually grinding on her dick. Your hands pressed on her chest to steady yourself, your hips moving on autopilot on top of her. 

“Yeahyeah, m’gonna!”

“Uh huh, get up here.” 

You clumsily climbed up her body before she grabbed your hips to stop you, “Other way.” 

Oh. You shivered.

You scooted off her to turn so your ass was facing her before sitting atop her again, the bruised, plushy skin pushed into her face. You heard her moan out a fuckme at the sight of you. You turned your head, craning your neck as much as you could to look down at her with glossy eyes, “Like this?” 

Her eyes shot up to yours as she arched her brow, “You think you’re cute?” 

“A little bit.” 

A loud smack! rang through the room, and you fell forward with a moan, a stinging sensation burning on your asscheek. You caught yourself on her thighs, your back arching deeper, enticing her to hit you again. 

“You always talk shit when I try to be nice, bend all the way down.” 

Her drippy pussy was in your face. You felt her wrap her arms around your thighs to pull you closer to her face, her lips wrapping around your swollen clit. You moaned out her name as she sucked on your clit, your hips pushing back on her face. 

You moved your head up so you could lick her out, your tongue moving as eagerly as hers was. Wet, smacking sounds filled the room as you moaned into her pussy, her hips bucking into your face to get you closer. You pulled away from her cunt to spread her open, bringing your other hand around to prod your pointer finger at her entrance. Her thighs jerked under you. 

“C-Can I, daddy?” 

“Yeah, fuck, do what you like,” she whined out to you, and it made you drip.

You gently pushed your finger into her pussy, and she moaned out against yours. You messily attached your lips to her clit to suck on it again, her knee arching up so you could your finger deeper. You wiggled it around as much as you could in her squishy walls as they tightened on you, trying to find that spot in her. You want her to feel good, you want her cum on your face!

You felt her mouth leave your pussy as she let out moans of your name in between whimpery fucks. Her arms were no longer wrapped around your legs, both hands coming up to massage your ass. You arched your finger up until you brushed a patchier spot, and she let out a slew of rightthererighttheres! You sped up the pace of your finger as you hit it, your tongue going in circles on her clit. She was so loud behind you, and you felt like you were going to cum because of it!

“S’close, baby, shit, g’na make me cum!” 

You let out an mhm! against her clit, and you watched her toes dig into her sheets as her legs trembled.

She’s almost there! Makehercummakehercum!—

Your finger dug into her spot like she does yours, and you felt her entire body lock up under you. She barely released a choked gasp of cummin’! before she moaned out your name, her nails squeezing into your ass. You felt her walls squeeze your finger in a tight, wet grip as you fucked her, a creamy slick coating your finger. Your tongue slid down to slip in next to your finger, and she nearly shouted. 

You fucked into her until she whimpered out an okaybabyfuckokay! You gave her clit one last kiss before you pulled out, her slick drenched on your finger. You slurped it up, and you heard her mutter a shit before you were yanked back by your thighs, a surprised yelp leaving your mouth. You felt her tongue slip inside your pussy and your back immediately arched into her so she could get deeper. 

Her—incredibly talented, what the hell! — tongue went wild on your clit, swirling and sucking and slurping at it like she was desperate for you to cum, and you were almost there! You just need something, need her closer, need her to touch you more! —

You felt her thumb prod your ass before popping the tip in. She slowly fucked into your hole as you trembled on top of her, and you felt her tongue slip past the entrance of your cunt, fucking in and out of you as she massaged your clit with her other hand. You hadn't even realized you were pushing back onto her tongue. You felt her smile against your skin the louder you wailed. 

“M’g’na cum! Da-ddy!” 

She moaned into your cunt like she needed it, needed you, and you came on her face. Your nails dug into her soft thighs as she rubbed you through it, circling your clit as fast as she could, swallowing all your cum and her thumb still pushed into your ass as it clenched in your orgasm. You were mumbling out incoherent words through your nut as you practically rode her face and hand. 

Your moans quieted as she eased you to come down, pulling out of your ass and kissing your entrance as she rubbed you slowly. You started jerking at the sensitivity and she rubbed you harder, chuckling deviously as you groaned out and pussy squeezed. She left a light slap on your cunt, squeezing your ass with a drenched hand. 

“C’mere, I wanna kiss,” she whispered out. 

She eased you off her and you plopped on the bed. She snorted as you slowly spun and cuddled up next to her, still trying to catch your breath. She gently grabbed your chin and leaned down to connect your lips, giving you soft pecks before you licked her bottom lip with a smile. 

She grinned slowly, pulling your bottom lip down so she could lick into your mouth. You moaned softly as she sucked on your tongue 

“You’re so pretty,” she mumbled out when she pulled back, staring down at you. You watched her shimmery eyes move across your face; it looked like she was trying to memorize every detail of you. Her expression was so soft, and her cheeks were glowing. You could feel your cheeks heating up at the attention. 

“No, you.” You were cheesing so hard. 

“I’m serious! So fucking… fuck, I just wanna look at you all the time!” 

The sincerity in her tone made you squirm, “Shut up!” 

She laughed softly, leaning down to brush her nose with yours before she spoke quietly, “Come with me to rehearsals? Wanna see what you think of the mix I made.” 

Excitement filled your chest, “Course I’ll go!” 

“Y’know, my partner likes your little violin vlogs,” she leaned down to peck your lips. 

“They watch them?” 

“Well, we were in the studio when I watched them the first time’n he heard. He talked about sampling them’n stuff.” 

“They’re not mine. He could if he wanted to.” 

Even though you’ve been practicing composition more in your free time (encouraged by Arya!), you’ve never posted any of your original works on your channel. You’ve thought about the idea on multiple occasions, but you always turned away from it: sharing something so personal with such a large mass was very intimidating. 

She only hummed before pecking your lips again, “We’re not leaving till later. We can nap after I pamper the princess.” 

“Don’t wanna nap,” your tone lowered as your legs squeezed together, and her eyes darkened as they looked into yours. 

“…Oh?” 

You nodded up at her, your heart pounding in your ears. You want her to fuck you so badly! 

She leaned down like she was going to kiss you, “Gimme two minutes.” 

You didn’t get to react before she rolled off you and onto the floor before bolting down the stairs while screaming, I’m getting pussy!

You laughed at her squeals of excitement as you shook your head. 

After Ellie made you squirt on her tongue against the shower wall twice, she ordered Wingstop for both of you. You definitely napped after that, but now you were both prepping to head over to the bar. 

You were laying your edges in Ellie’s bathroom when she walked in, clad in a black hoodie and jeans with a white undershirt. She was leaning against the doorframe as she watched you in the mirror, catching your gaze before you shyly looked away. 

She slowly crept behind you as you were finishing up your hair, her strong arms wrapping around you to pull you closer and wrapping you in her aroma. You watched her plant soft kisses to your neck before she reconnected your gaze in the reflection, “Ready?” 

You leaned back against her, “Mhm! Lemme go kiss Duchess.” 

“She likes you more than me, you know that right? After everything I’ve done for her ungrateful ass.” 

“Don’t talk about her like that! She’s my baby.” 

“Uh huh,” she rolled her eyes at you before pulling back so she could lightly slap your ass, making you squeal. “Go on, then.” 

You spun quickly to kiss her before turning to run down the stairs, filling the air with kissy sounds as you summoned the kitty. Her head popped out from under one of the kitchen stools. 

Meow meow! Meowmeow!

“Baby! Hiiiii!” 

The outside of the bar looked refurbished since the last time you were here. It looked so much more lively, so much brighter.

Ellie’s hand was in yours as she guided you towards the entrance. She held her phone up to her ear as she spoke into it, “‘Sup, m’outside.” 

You watched how the lights of the bar shined on the wet sidewalk, the light drizzle of the rain splattering on the concrete.

“C’mon, babe,” she muttered to you with a gentle pull of your hand. 

She pulled you into the bar as the door opened, a joyous call of Ellie's name filling the quiet spot. The door shut and locked behind you as she released your hand, pulling the same middle-aged man from New Year’s into a big hug. 

A soft call of your name from behind you immediately made you stiffen. 

You turned and were met with the softest pair of brown eyes, pools of chocolate that you didn’t know how much you looked into them. 

Dina slowly walked towards you before pulling you into her tight embrace, your arms immediately wrapping around her waist. You felt tears burn your eyes as you held her. 

You felt her sob into your shoulder, and you squeezed her tighter. She garbled out to you in whisper, “I missed you so much.” 

“Missed you, too.” 

You felt another embrace, much taller and stronger, surrounding you and Dina. Your wet eyes peeled open, and you were immediately met with Jesse's clothed chest. You, Jesse, and Dina quietly cried as you all slurrily wailed about how much you missed each other. 

“Can I join? Like.” 

Ellie's voice interrupted your soft whispers, making you snort wetly into Dina's shoulder as you all laughed quietly. 

“No bitch, you can’t, stay away!” 

You laughed harder at Dina’s protest before nuzzling deeper into them. 

You missed them so much. 

After the blubbery reconnection with your friends, you tearfully introduced yourself to a very… confused Anthony and Elijah. Are we missin’ something? Why’s everyone sad? 

You gave a brief explanation, Oh, we’re not sad! It’s just been a while since we’ve seen each other! We’re fine! He nodded gently, bringing you into his warm embrace after his introduction before Elijah shook your hand politely. After you swiftly caught up with Dina and Jesse, they moved over to the DJ booth at the front of the bar. Anthony was going over the mechanics of the equipment as you listened behind them. 

“Wait, where’s Sai, Ellie?” Anthony cut off his instructions to ask. 

“He just hit me up, he’ll be here in… fifteen, twenty,” She replied simply as she checked her phone. 

“Cool, lemme know when he pulls up so I can give him the rundown.” 

“Gotchu!” 

You watched as Anthony scurried to the back of the bar with Elijah, leaving Ellie, Dina, and Jesse to experiment with the set-up. Ellie retrieved her laptop from her backpack, hooking it up to the system while Jesse adjusted the speakers. 

Eventually, the bar was filled with booming 8O8s and scrubbing effects. Ellie had a set of headphones on her head as the large speakers rattled with the bass. She was nodding her head as she listened, instructing Jesse to adjust the sound, talking to herself aloud in both approval and disfavor. 

She looked so hyper focused, so in her element… and it was getting you hot. She must’ve felt your eyes burning through her because she looked over to you and gave you a small wink before returning to her work. 

Is this what she looked like in the studio? 

Fuck… fuck!

“Hey, kid.” 

You jumped at the voice that came from beside you. You relaxed instantly when you saw it was Anthony, smiling up at him. 

“Hi, Anthony. What’s up?” 

“Nothin’ much. Can we chat for a sec?” 

Why were you suddenly nervous? He looked so warm as he smiled down at you! 

“…Sure.” 

“C’mon, gonna head back here for a second.” 

He led you to the EMPLOYEES ONLY room, gently shutting the door behind you. He ushered you to take a seat at the small round table in the middle of the room before taking a seat next to you. 

“I just wanted to get to know you! Ellie spoke very highly of you before you two came today!” He smiled brightly. You tried to ignore the pounding of your heart. 

“Oh! Um… what did she say?” 

“She said a lot, honestly! How you play violin, how you’re a music production student, how you’re a famous YouTuber! —“

Your laugh cut him off, “Faaar from famous. I kinda… just post on YouTube. I use it for practice and whatever.” 

“Well, she showed me’n my nephew some of the videos you posted. I’m sure Ellie told you about the event that we have for the talent in town,” you looked into his curious, soft eyes. “I guess I’m tryna ask why you haven’t performed here yet? You’re fuckin’ gifted.” 

Your face and ears immediately ran hot, “O-Oh! Uh… thanks, but I’m… I’m not really a performer. I’m not good with crowds… and stuff.” 

He softly nodded his head at you, “I understand. I just wanted to let you know that… we had a lot of scared kids in here the first night, but every performer was encouraged by everyone in the audience regardless of their level of ability. I just wanna let you know that you would be supported here no matter what. Everyone would love you!” 

You listened to him intently, “The decision is yours, at the end of the day. I just hate it when young people let their own doubts stop them from doing what they want. My youngest was like that and… she never got to do what she dreamed of.” 

His tone quieted, and you gave him a sympathetic look at his implication. You softly gave him your condolences as his eyes glossed over, your hand coming up to softly rub his back in comfort. 

“Don’t tell Ellie I told you that! She’d be pissed if she found out I laid that news on you like this.” 

You shook your head as you smiled softly, “It’s fine! I appreciate you sharing that with me.” 

He nodded at you, smiling just as gently. You spoke before you could stop yourself, “I’ll… I’ll think about it? Performing, I mean.” 

“That’s all I ask.” 

He was about to say something else, but his reply was cut off by loud yelling from the other side of the door. You both rose from your seats and rushed out to the main area, and your heart plummeted through the floor beneath you. 

You were instantly met with your sister’s raging gaze, a shocked Isaiah holding her back by her arms as Dina and Jesse barricaded a just as pissed Ellie against the wall. You couldn’t hear any of the muffled yelling as your ears rang and your fists clenched, your nails digging into your palms. You just stared at your sister. 

The longer she looked at you, the harder her eyes got before she spat at you. 

“The fuck are you doing here?” 

You don’t know how long you were staring at your sibling, but you couldn’t look away from the ferocious glower in her eyes. You shakily called out to your sister before she cut you off angrily. 

“What the FUCK are you doing here?! Why are you here, right now?!” 

Dina slowly walked towards her in attempts to calm her down gently, but you could tell it was pissing her off more.

“Who the fuck brought her?!” She thrashed in Isaiah’s arms the louder she got before she turned to snap at him. “Get off me! I’m not gonna fucking touch her!” 

“You almost did! You needa calm the fuck down!” 

“Don’t talk t’me like th—!”

You looked at Ellie and you could see that she was holding herself back from saying something out of pocket. Her jaw clenched tight, and her fists were balled up tight as Jesse held her arms behind her back. Were they seriously about to fight? This was not good. This was really, really bad—

A loud shout of your name made you snap your head towards your sister. You watched her eyes slowly pan to Ellie and back to yours before she scoffed with a shake of her head, “Are you fuckin’ serious?” 

“You came with her? Really?” You watched Dina slowly walk towards your sister until she was right in front of her. She placed her soft hands onto her shoulders, and your sister redirected her burning leer from you to Dina. 

You couldn’t hear what she was saying to your sibling, but the disgusted look in her eye slowly melted. She was still pissed, but the tension in her shoulders dropped significantly. She yanked her arms out of Isaiah’s grasp before turning to storm towards the exit. 

You called out to her, but she ignored you. Your feet moved before you could think, but you stopped when Ellie shakily called your name. You spun to look at her, her eyes watery and her fist slowly unclenching. 

“Lemme come with you— “

You cut her off with trembling breaths, “N-No, I got her.” 

She called out your name as she took a step closer. You shook your head at her as you spoke shakily, “I’ll be back, just… just gimme a second.” 

You exited the building before you could hear her protests, and you caught a glimpse of your sister’s body stomping down the parking lot. You followed her as quickly as you could without slipping, and the closer you got, you could hear her cries over the soft patters of the rain.

You called out to her, and she immediately shook her head as she dug for her keys in her purse. You slowly walked closer to her before she screamed at you, “Get the fuck away from me! Go back in there with them, that’s where you wanna be, right?!” 

“Don’t yell at me! What the fuck was that about?! Why the fuck are you still so mad at them?!” 

She glared at you through her teary eyes, “Because of you! YOU! I stopped talking to them for you! I almost fought my best fucking friend because of you!” Your sister has never looked at you with such disdain in your life, and you could feel your heart crushing in your chest with every shout she gave you. “And I find you sneaking around and having fun with the motherfuckers that hate my guts?! Who the fuck does that?!” 

Tears were falling down your cheeks, but you could feel anger swelling in your chest at her conclusions, “Nobody fucking hates you! You’re just too fuckin’ stubborn to realize that they actually miss having you around! —“

“Shut the fuck up, no the fuck they don’t! That’s why none of them fucking talk to me anymore! I finally find someone that cares enough to be around me and he turns out to be her fucking partner! I can't dodge that bitch no matter how hard I try!”

“Don’t call her a fucking bitch!” 

Her glare hardened, “Oh, really?! You’re fucking defending her now?! After all that shit she said about both of us?” 

“She already apologized to me, multiple times! You would’ve got the same treatment if you would just fucking listen to what she has to say!” 

Your sister sneered at you as she slowly shook her head in disappointment. Her calm tone shook through you, “Y’know what? If you’re gonna ride this hard for her, do that. But when she leaves you in the fucking dust like she did the first time, don’t call my fucking phone. I’m telling you right now, I’m not coming to your defense again. I don't give a fuck what she does to you after this.” 

She pulled her keys out of her purse, leaving with one last spit of fuck you before she got in her car, slamming her door. You backed away from her vehicle as she started it, sloppily backing out of her spot to zoom down the street. You sobbed heavily, your heart beating out of your chest and your brain snickering devilishly at you. 

You can’t recall the last time you and your sister fought: you’ve always been close, inseparable, wherever she went, you went, and vice versa. You would’ve never expected her discovery of you and Ellie’s rekindled relationship to result in this. You couldn’t fucking breathe; you haven’t felt like this in years, and you couldn’t fucking breathe! —

You felt hands on your shoulder, and you were instantly met with Ellie’s soft and concerned eyes through your globs of tears. She was speaking to you but you couldn’t hear. Her gentle, calloused hands were caressing your cheeks in attempts to calm you, but you shook your head at her in your panic-stricken state. You couldn’t breathe, you still can’t fucking breathe! —

You might’ve just ruined you and your sister’s relationship, and the guilt was overwhelming. 

a/n: OHHHHHH hi guyth🤓….. sotp is almost done OHHHHHHHHH i’m ab to cry… i’m estimating that there’s gonna be 2 more parts left and it’s breaking my wittle heart.. but we moveeeee!!!!

always giving kisses to my little taglist love y’all down :3 @fandomshitpostingqueen , @nymphetkoo , @sawaagyapong , @gold-dustwomxn , @amitycat , @nil-eena , @elsivy , @constellieationn , @letsreadsomesins-shallwe , @onallfoursforellie

pt. 7 :3

[jermathejerma]

they are besfrens

bestfrens

[cindol]

bestfren I'm thinking since u have an ice cream theme we need an ice cream worker Eren or Connie flirting with Y/n

Yes yes yes Ice cream so good grrr

Connie as a ice cream worker is definitely popular with the women at his job who come around daily for sweet ice cream treats but his eye really is only ever on y/n. Something about her just gives him such a strong attraction, maybe it’s the way she giggles at his jokes and quirky behavior while twirling one of her locs on her acrylics or how she politely let out a “thank you.” When he gave her the usual pistachio ice cream she orders but whatever it is pulls him towards her.

And he makes his attraction towards her very known everytime she comes in for ice cream. Making a whistle when she comes in with a soft baby pink tracksuit hugging her body with her friends by her sides.”who told you to come in there hm? Looking so damn pretty?” It never fails to make her giggle and have her friends tease her.”this your man you been hiding from us y/n?”

She just combs her hands through her locs with a big grin.”y’all are annoying… he’s just my like employee friend..” he just chuckles at that.”correct that to future husband.”

Even when she has some guy or date he’s not shy still showing his affection for her. When she comes in with some guy holding her hand tight he scoffs with a joking tone and chuckles.”oh this your boyfriend don’t tell me you forgot about me princess?” He sees how you giggle but your guy date frowns.

Being the ass he is he just continues. Y/n of course makes excuses saying he’s just a friend but you can guess friends don’t kiss friends on the hand or cheek like he does on his break.

[suliscool]

wacky amnesia the bunker theory/headcanon about the monster (first post :])

hello, amnesia tumblr, i am sul. this is the first of hopefully multiple posts. i aim to post theories, headcanons, and maybe even art. anyways.

(spoiler warning, in case you haven't finished the game, or haven't been spoiled yet, somehow. also, i talk about some violent stuff. bunker typical death or injury and whatnot)

i would like to present my theory, with headcanon elements, as to why the beast in ATB doesn't murk Henri during the time he spends in a coma, just kinda- laying in the sickroom. of course, people who are unconscious have this cool ability where they are quiet (most of the time) and since the monster mainly hunts by sound, i think Henri wouldn't really attract much attention, especially since the beast was busy with two or more dozen louder, moving, targets for a while. that's a perfectly valid and cool theory, but it sort of leaves me craving something even more complex and tragic.

hear me out: Lamby over here, during his human, as well as early transformation days, was aware of the fact that his dear friend, Henri Clement, is hurt, unconscious, and fighting for his life in the infirmary. he sat by his side longer than the doctor would stand around, waiting for him to wake up; maybe he even talked to him. as Lambert began transforming into the beast, his thoughts, memories, knowledge, as well as his very understanding of the world around him, slowly became more simplified, animalistic and twisted. what if this normal human knowledge of his bestfren laying in the sickroom became- something a bit different. he's aware that the sickroom contains *something* important to him, like, fragile. by the point of full monsterification he's unable to fully comprehend a concept like Henri Clement, so all he understands is that the location is somehow important, and that the piece of meat laying around is not to be harmed. what if while Henri was unconscious the monster even busted into the sickroom a few times and just kinda- stood around. what if he even took a closer look and recognised Henri, sort of, further associating him with this location. of course, Henri here is a very special case. i just think that this could be similar to the monster's relationship with the rabbit toy, as in Lambert's friendship, care and empathy, towards Henri in this situation were strong enough to halt his violent tendencies and bring back a little bit of his humanity. this only works for the most important people in his life at the time, who i, in my somewhat backed up opinion, believe to be Henri and Lambert's son, who Lamby associates with the rabbit toy. according to the notes in the game, one soldier claimed that he thought the beast had recognised him somehow. buuut that didn't stop Lambert from violently tearing him limb from limb and using his entrails as chapel decorations, did it now.

i don't think that Lambert can recognise Henri during the actual gameplay, at least not until it's too late. this ties into my other theory about the beast having bad eyesight, since Lambert needed glasses back when he was human. idk if anybody else has also had this in the actual game but i have had multiple instances where the beast just walked right past me, if i stayed quiet, hidden under a bed in soldier quarters or something, but the second i shuffled by one inch, he suddenly turned around and yanked Henri out of the hiding place, killing him instantly. things like this have led me to believe that the monster has poor eyesight, increased sense of smell, since he can track victims with open wounds by blood, and, obviously, very sensitive hearing.

i think that the beast doesn't realise who Henri is for multiple reasons. first of all, the bunker is dark and Henri is always keeping a distance, unless he's dead (i will get to that). it's very much possible that, if Lambert was nearsighted, everything is just extremely dark and blurry, leaving the monster with no chance of potentially recognising his dear friend. could he recognise Henri if he spoke? maybe, actually. although i still do not think this would result in Henri being saved or *safe* (i will get to that too). the second reason why Lambert cannot reognise Henri, that i've been building up to, is because Henri's location has changed. what if, in his simple little monster brain, Lamby has "rationalised" that Henri is in the sickroom, that he belongs there, even. therefore, another random soldier, who Lambert cannot even see past a blueish blur, out in the open, definitely not in the infirmary, would NOT be Henri to him. dare i say, he wouldn't even think about it, i'm pretty sure. well, he doesn't really think in general, does he.

and at last, the things i was going to get to. i have my own headcanon based on this theory as to what happens after Henri's potential death. you might've noticed that after the beast kills Henri via mauling him, or snapping his neck, it just kinda stands around and OF COURSE this is most definitely just the developers not wanting to animate the beast ripping into Henri as the screen fades to black. i decided to over-interpret it anyway. i like to think that once Henri is dead and within arm's reach for the monster, it can actually recognise him by being able to see his face. this then leads to Lambert, once again, regaining a smidgen of humanity, possibly lamenting Henri's death, before dragging his lifeless corpse back to the infirmary and putting it in the bed that Henri was supposed to be resting in this entire time. this is kind of the same reason why i think that Henri could potentially face an even more grim fate than the monster simply hearing and murdering him, if he heard and recognised Henri's voice. like, what if he still rationalised that Henri is supposed to be in the sickroom and started hunting him with the intent of returning him there? i think Henri *could* get seriously injured, or even die, if, say, the monster decided to drag him across the entire bunker, back to the infirmary. you know, over all that stone, debris, and those loose pieces of wood or metal. maybe trample him a little bit too. even being grabbed results in injury in the game, let alone all of THAT. aaaanyways

this was a bit of a hefty first post, if anybody actually read all of this, then i hope you enjoyed it! i had fun writing it, i sure love gruesome death/injury and tragic stories. have a good day, i'm going to go on a walk now. more posts coming soon! maybe

-- sul