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mayrose713 · 9 days ago

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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 6

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ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI

Warnings in the Series Masterlist as well as any other information needed

I don't think you guys realize how hard it is for me to write Hyunjin and Seungmin as rude and mean, I just love them so much. I promise it's not forever though. I'm going to start refiring to Felix as an omega as the pack does all see him as one. He is still completely a beta though.

Chapter 6

Y/n has been wandering around the house a little bit to have a better understanding as to where everything is while most of the pack is out or doing their own things. She avoids going into any of the bedrooms she knows about, not wanting to invade anyone's privacy even though all four alphas and Jisung and Felix told her she’s welcome in theirs anytime she wants.

She hadn’t realized exactly how big the house was originally until she started to explore. There’s an indoor and outdoor pool that is connected and just has a small opening under glass that separates it. They have an at home gym, which is where Changbin and Chan currently are. There’s a game room with a pool table, foosball, video game set with several consoles and a large TV and a lot of seating. As well as a small wet bar that looks like has some alcohol and snacks. She really only had gotten to glance in there though since Hyunjin is currently painting in there and made sure he didn’t notice her.

She saw their den just off of the living room and dining room, it having a large nest to be able to fit the whole pack. She already knows that it was Felix who had made it. And saw the other four guest bedrooms already knowing the fifth one as Hannah’s since she’s been getting clothes from the closet each day. She had planned to wander around outside and see how big the grounds are but there has been something about the second floor that has been bothering her.

She had noticed that there were ten bedrooms and five bathrooms. Minho had told her whose rooms were whose of the packs as well as who was sharing which bathrooms, she’s sharing a bathroom with Felix and Jisung gets his own since he’s too messy, no one wanted to share. But there’s that tenth bedroom that he had just walked past and didn’t say anything about, and she wants to know what’s in it.

She quietly goes down the hallway and reaches the bedroom at the end right next to Chan's room. She glances around to make sure she’s alone before opening the door. She walks in and sees a bare bed and there’s a few boxes around. No decorations on the wall or even a dresser or desk. And the closet is empty. She feels a little guilty for snooping but she can’t help but to look inside the boxes.

There’s a bunch of pictures in one box, it’s all of the pack from when they were younger except there’s another guy in each one that she doesn’t recognize. She goes through each one smiling at how cute the pack was so young but she’s curious as to who the ninth person is and wonders where he is now.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” A voice scares her causing her to drop the pictures back in the box as she looks up to see an angry Seungmin.

“I-I was just… w-wandering the house.” She tries to explain herself. “To-to get a feel for everything.”

“You’re a guest here, you don’t get to just go around snooping.” He growls and grabs her bruised wrist hard, causing her to whimper as he drags her out of the room. “Besides, this room is off limits.”

“No-no one told me that.” She holds back making any other sounds of pain. “I’m sorry.”

Seungmin pushes her down the hall a little causing her to stumble. “Know your place, omega.”

“Seungmin.” Chan growls, having witnessed what just happened, still sweaty from his workout with Changbin.

The beta just glares at his alpha, not caring about any consequences. “Don’t go reprimanding me, she was snooping when she shouldn’t be.” He motions to the now closed door.

“I’m so-sorry.” Y/n curls in on herself scared the alpha’s going to lash out at her. “I didn’t know the room was off limits. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay baby girl.” Chan reaches a hand out to place on her cheek causing her to flinch a little before leaning into his touch which breaks Chan's heart. “I’m not mad at you, you didn’t know, no one had told you that there were any off limits rooms. It’s okay.”

“Seriously?” Seungmin grunts throwing his arms up in the air and rolls his eyes causing Chan to glare at him.

“Go to your room, Seungmin.” The alpha growls and his eyes harden when the younger boy doesn’t move. “NOW.”

The omega jumps a little at Chan’s voice and cowers when Seungmin stomps past.

“I’m sorry if that scared you.” Chan rubs his thumb on her cheek. “And I’m sorry for Seungmin, did he hurt you?”

Y/n shake’s her head no not wanting the beta to get in anymore trouble for hurting her wrist more but Chan saw how hard he had a hold of her injured wrist.

“I’m sorry for snooping.”

“You have no reason to apologize.” He coos. “No one told you that we keep that room closed for a reason. And you’re just trying to get a better understanding of the house, right?”

“Yeah.” She nods before looking away from him. “Can I ask why that room is off limits? And… who is that guy in the pictures?”

Chan sighs. “That room used to belong to that guy in the pictures.” She notices how he clenches his jaw as though it's a hard subject to talk about. “Can I tell you more another time? It’s a complicated and delicate subject. And I need to deal with Seungmin.”

“Yeah.” She whispers and just after, the sound of the front door opening and Jisung yelling her name is heard.

“Why don’t you go see what the pups have for you.” Chan smiles and hurries her along before he goes to the youngest beta’s room

Y/n walks down the stairs to see Jisung, Felix and Jeongin bringing in bags and bags of pillows, blankets, plushies, and two bags of clothes.

“What is all of this?” Her eyes widen in shock before she moves to inspect the contents.

“Nesting materials.” Jisung beams at her as he starts pulling out some soft fluffy blankets.

“Some for the communal nest in the den. I want you to help me remake it.” Felix starts to explain. “And some of it is for the rest of the house to start getting all of our scents on it so you can use them for nesting, both in your room and for us when we need to update the den.”

“And I picked out some comfy clothes for this weekend.” Jeongin shows her the variety of sleep shorts and pajama pants, soft t-shirts, sweatshirts and crewnecks. “We plan to take you on a proper shopping spree later.”

“You guys didn’t have to do all of this.” The omega feels a wave of emotions overcome her as she tries to hold back happy tears.

“Yes we did.” Jisung pulls her to him, wrapping her in a big hug. “You needed some proper stuff, we just happened to go a little bit overboard with it.”

“A little bit?” Changbin laughs walking into the living room from the home gym as he wipes the sweat away with a towel around his neck. “It looks like you guys bought the whole store.”

“We weren’t sure exactly which materials she would prefer more, so we got several of each.” Felix pouts as if it was a logical thought to him.

“How thoughtful.” The alpha ruffles Felix’s hair, kissing his head before pulling both Jisung and Y/n to his chest as the beta was still hugging her.

“Eww, hyung, you stink.” Jisung tries to move them away. “Go take a shower.

“Only if you join me, baby.” Changbin smirks at how flustered the younger one gets.

“Binnie, not in front of the omegas.” Jisung wines before letting go of Y/n as he gets dragged away by the alpha.

“Gross.” Jeongin scrunches up his nose at the two before turning to the two omega’s. “I’ll go ahead and get your new clothes washed so you can put them away in your room. Lix, where do you want all the nesting materials?”

“Leave them for now, whatever we don’t use in the den I’ll distribute between all of the rooms to get everyone's scent.”

Jeongin nods before taking the bags of clothes to the laundry room as Felix drags Y/n into the den.

“Alright, let's strip this nest and rebuild it.” Felix starts before noticing the omega standing outside of it unsure. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never actually built a nest before.” She rings her fingers together. “I don’t know what to do or how it’s supposed to go.”

“It’s okay, that’s why I’m here to help you.” He holds his hand out to her and brings her into the nest. “Your omega instincts are supposed to tell you how it wants it to feel like but I know yours are suppressed right now. So for now do it based on how you would want certain scents and textures where. Once the suppressants wear off and you're better we can redo it again with better instincts.”

Y/n nods and helps strip the nest before they get to work on rebuilding it. They use a mix of the old materials as they still have the packs scents on them as well as the new ones just bought as they both like how it feels. Once they were done they went around and distributed the rest of the blankets, pillows and plushies around the house. Felix took some to each of the members' rooms and Y/n placed some in the living room and the game room now the Hyunjin is no longer in there.

“I think we did good.” Felix beamed after they were both done and came back to the den. He grinned at the omega before tackling her into the nest, cuddling her. “Now I think it’s time for omega bonding.”

“You didn’t omega bond enough when you guys were making the nest?” Jeongin walks in with a basket of Y/n's new clean and folded clothes.”

“Not like this.” Felix pouts.

Jeongin smiles before motioning to the basket. “Where do you want me to put these, Y/nnie?”

“You can set them by the doorway, I’ll take them up to my room and put them away when Lixie lets go of me.” She smiles and wiggles against the other omega to make him laugh. “Thank you for washing them for me Innie, I could have done that later.”

“It’s no problem.”

“Seriously?” Hyunjin walks in from the back door with some of his art supplies, stopping when he sees the two in the nest. “Now she’s contaminating our den?” Jeongin growls at the older member as the beta gets closer to the nest. “And did you guys let her remake the nest? There’s no way I’m doing anything in there now.”

“Jinnie, she needed to since she’s going to need to be in the den during her dry heat.” Felix sits up to reason with Hyunjin.

“Why?” He scoffs. “She can just stick it out in the room she’s staying in.”

“You stormed off when we were discussing everything about it so you don’t get to have a say on where she goes or how we go about this.” Jeongin crosses his arms trying to assert his dominance even though he's younger than the beta.

“Whatever.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes and walks away heading upstairs.

Felix pouts, wishing both Hyunjin and Seungmin would come around to their omega, his scent souring a little which causes Y/n’s to also sour as she feels she’s the cause of all of this.

Jeongin crawls into the nest and pulls the two to him. “Come here.” He coos as he scents both of them trying to sooth them as much as possible before just cuddling them. “My omegas.”

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When Minho got home from work and getting groceries he texted the other three alphas to help him bring everything in but only Chan and Chanbin came.

“Where’s Innie?”

“I haven't seen him since he got home from shopping with Ji and Lix.” Changbin furrows his brows as he opens the trunk.

“Y/n didn’t exactly know what she likes for food and drinks since her family limited her.” Minho explains as they start grabbing bags. “So I got different kinds of snacks and drinks and just some normal filling foods for meals for her dry heat to make sure she gets enough nutrients and then after I plan to just make meals as normal and we'll learn what she likes and doesn’t like.”

“God I’m hating her family more and more each day.” Changbin growls as they take all the bags inside.

“I’m pretty sure all of us feel the same way.” Chan sighs as he sets bags on the kitchen counter.

“I also got her some heating pads to hopefully help soothe the cramps.” Minho pulled them out of a bag and was about to put them in the den when he noticed Seungmin and Hyunjin standing in the doorway of it with their arms crossed.

All the alphas walk over to question what they’re doing when they realize Jeongin is cuddled up with Y/n, Felix and Jisung, who had joined after showering with Changbin, in the nest napping. This causes the three alphas to melt at the sight of it, especially when they hear both omegas purring. They don’t get to hear Felix purr very often.

Minho notices that Y/n’s bruised wrist seems to be worse than it was when he had put the bruising cream on it this morning and is a bit irritated causing him to frown and furor his eyebrows. He gets Chan’s attention and motions to his wrist before pointing to her. Chan realizes what he means and scowls at how worse her wrist looks before mouthing Seungmin’s name. Minho huffs and glares at the beta before angrily turning back to putting the groceries away.

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artificialbreezy · 10 months ago

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Please please please please more dom! Noah. You seem to know bdsm well from looking at old posts on your blog and I just love your take on everything

girl i had too much fun with this. it’s kinda. a long one. buckle up

nsfw under the cut

• “You’re so pretty, baby. Can’t believe you’re mine.”

• “I know you can’t reach that; why not ask for help little one?”

• Lots of hugs from behind

• Idk man i just feel like he’d be needy but not like needy in a bad way. Needy as like, he wants to be near you all the time (except when the workaholic parts of him are front and center)

• I don’t think he’d would like neglect you when he’s working on an album but i definitely see him being a little distant

• Like he wouldn’t plan dates as often or his calls would be later than usual

• but when you were at his house he’d have you with him while he's working. Showing you what he's working on.

• He gets in his head sometimes, he needs a reminder from his partner that he’s okay.

• That he’s loved and he’s never a bother to you

• He is 100% a dom

• Sometimes a mean dom, sometimes a soft dom. I feel it really depends on the day

• Like did he wake up annoyed with the world? Mean dom Noah is heeerrreee

• Did he wake up and look over at his little baby and just stare in awe? Soft dom day.

• Let's talk about soft dom Noah first

• i definitely think daddy and sir are the most common names he chooses to go by

• I mean cmon listen to his lyrics, he's got that whole hierarchy thing going on.

• size kink = daddy kink

• they go hand in hand for noah

• he’d put his hand on your stomach and say “can feel myself in your tummy baby. taking my cock so well”

• the first time you call him daddy is when he’s just being relentless, you have tears in your eyes and you don’t have any thoughts just “daddy please”

• man would lose it internally. he didn’t know he’d like that, that much. but here he is.

• “what was that baby? say it again for me yeah? can you do that? can you say it again for daddy?”

• now punishments for dom noah? they range from writing lines to harsh spanks to overstimulation

• his favorite is overstimulation bc seeing you cry from all the pleasure he’s giving you really gets him going

• “awe baby cmon, you know daddy only gives good girls what they want. beg for it.”

• if he’s gonna spank you, he’s gonna do it when you’re least expecting it. he doesn’t want to give you time to prepare. he wants your raw emotions right then and there

• he’ll be sitting on the couch all spread out and you’ll walk by and he’ll just grab you and pull you over his lap

• “ya know why i’m doing this right baby?”

• if you DONT respond he’d send a warning hit that causes a big jolt

• “that’s a warning, now answer me.”

• when you miss count he stops and sends a lil warning smack to your pussy. “start over angel, you know the rules. where’d my good girl go?”

• now let’s get into the soft dom every day Noah that’s outside of the bedroom

• big ✨daddy✨vibes

• he loves watching you color while he plays his game.

• warms his heart to see you on his bed with a stuffed animal next to you and a big ole coloring book in front of you

• really warms his heart to see your tongue hanging out of your mouth a lil bc you’re so focused on your picture

• whenever your done with it, he hangs it up on his wall bc “awe baby look at this! you’re a natural artist!”

• he loves taking you on little picnic dates.

• he’ll get you dressed in your cute little dresses and pack your favorite lunch and hold your hand the whole way there and then take you to the park afterwards bc he knows you love the swings

• he 100% fills up your cups

• need more soda? absolutely not “daddy said you need water now angel. don’t argue”

• and you’d pout a lil bit at the end of the day you know he just wants what’s best for you and your health

• he LOOOOVES when you drag out his name when you want something

• “daaaaaddddyyyyy”

• he’d just smile down at you “what do you need little one? how can i help you?”

#noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian #noahsebastian #bad omens headcanons #bad omens fic #bad omens smut

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celestoria · 1 year ago

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Cupid’s Game

A/n: Ahhhh, my first request. Don’t worry anon I actually found this very fun to write about that i immediately made a rough draft for the moment i read the ask.

Tags: porn with plot, dirty thoughts, penetration, oral (f), fingering, penetration, implied voice fetish, against the wall, overstimulation, hickeys

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The little glances you give whenever Dan Heng would enter the room, the faint smile he has when you tell him good night, and the endless hours you two would spend together without a single regard for the outside world. March has witnessed it all.

It’s still a shame despite the blatantly obvious chemistry between you and Dan Heng, neither had enough courage to make a move. To March, she believes that there is no need for such complications. She had enough of this endless pining and decided to take matters into her own hands.

“Hey, why don’t we play a game of truth or dare,” she said, cutting the silence in her room as you helped her sort out her pictures.

Dan Heng hummed. “It would be a great way to entertain us since we’ve been here for a while,” he commented. You shared the same sentiments as him. There’s no harm in peaceful quality time, however, the air feels hushed and out of character considering you’re in March’s room.

You agreed. March let out a giddy squeal and started the game. After several rounds, she got a little bold as she dared you to sit on Dan Heng’s lap for the entire game.

Though you nonchalantly accepted her dare, deep down you felt like you wanted to burst. You’ve had your fair share of spending time with each other such as walking around in a city you’ve never been to before or quietly reading together in the archives. But this was a whole new level of “closeness” you’re not sure you're ready for.

You occasionally glanced back at Dan Heng to see how well he’s been holding since both of you got stuck in this situation. Oftentimes you found his cold, reserved demeanor quite impossible to read, but seeing him up close it’s pretty clear he’s feeling the same way as you.

Neither of you wanted to be caught up in such a scene but you can’t say you hate it too.

Time flew by in a flash, and eventually, the game had to come to an end with all the polaroids finally sorted out in March’s albums. That was a relief. One minute more and you were sure you could never face Dan Heng for at least a week.

For Dan Heng, you could say the same...but for other reasons.

It was so hard to get his mind out of the gutter with you sitting on his lap while you wore that little skirt of yours. Your ass was pressed on his dick for such a long time, he was sure his dick hardened under his pants. He just hoped you didn’t notice it.

Debauched thoughts filled his mind throughout the whole game. He knew it was wrong but how can he stop when he’s been wanting you for all this time?

You left March’s room and in a flurry, Dan Heng grabbed you by the wrist and led you to the archives.

“Dan Heng, what are you-“ He pinned you up against the wall and your lips crashed together. His fingers intertwined within your hair and pulled you closer for a kiss frenzied with lust and yearning.

He pulled away, trying to control himself from going any further. “Look, if you want me to stop, tell me and we’ll pretend this never happened,” he said, your mouth barely an inch away from each other. He waited for your answer yet not even a single word has been said. He smirked and picked up where you last left it off. “I knew you liked me too,” he added in between kisses while hurriedly taking off your clothes.

Your limbs snaked around his waist and his hand caressed the curvatures of your body. Rough hands brought your thigh to his hips and the space between you getting closer to the point your body pressed on each other.

He grinded himself against you, earning the moan he always wondered what it would sound like. It was addicting to hear you cry out his name; he thought he’d only hear in the figment of his imagination.

Dan Heng got on his knees and pulled down your skirt and panties. He placed your leg over his shoulder, giving him good access to your soaking cunt. Hickeys colorfully marked the inner parts of your thigh as he made his way to your wet folds. His tongue lapped on your swollen clit, so desperate for his touch, causing your pussy to clench on nothing until he inserted fingers deep inside of you. With your pussy so eager for him, it was barely a hassle for him to curl them as his fingers soaked in your wetness.

You tried to hold back your moans, knowing the thin walls behind you were the only thing separating you from potential passersby. Dan Heng looked like a man with many secrets, but you never expected him to be the type of man to take such a large risk like this.

You tugged on his hair and bucked your hips while your clit began to throb. The two of you were barely started and he already has you wrapped around his fingers after making your wet pussy cum hard with his fingers.

Dan Heng slowly rose back up, his knees sore from stooping down to eat you out. The taste of your slick lingered in his lips and his tongue swirled around your mouth while he dowdily undid his pants. The tip of his cock prodded the entrance of your hole, already enough to cause shivers to run down your spine.

Without a warning, he inserted every inch of his dick, making you feel overwhelmed with how far he’s gotten inside you with one single thrust. You were so full of him and you tried to gulp back a moan as you bit your lip.

“Don’t hold anything back,” he demanded. “I want to hear you,” his voice ridden with desire as much as every little action his body advances on you, like how one hand groped on your sore thigh and the other skillfully kneaded your perked-up breast. His lips groaned with the taste of your name, making it sound so honey-sweet than ever before.

He felt ecstatic every time you sinfully mewl his name. It’s as if you turned a word he’s so used to hearing into something so sacred, only to be heard within the four walls confining you. Only you could make him rutt so needily to the point it felt near possible to control himself.

Your legs trembled more as he pounded your insides. “Please, I can’t take it anymore,” you pleaded, tears pooling in the side of your eyes and droplets staining your cheeks.

“A little more,” he rasped. “A little more. It won’t be too hard.”

Your mind went blank with how he’s been overstimulating you and your pussy ached while it clenched around his thick girth. He was so close to breaking you by the time his dick thrust in you one last time, spasming as ecstasy coursed through his veins.

He pulled out his dick, causing you to whimper and your juices to trickle down. Your legs shook, making it difficult to stand alone. Noticing your struggle, Dan Heng scooped you up bridal style and placed you on his futon to give you the proper rest you deserve.

Carefully, he wiped up the mess he turned you into before wrapping you in his blanket, making sure you won’t end up with a cold.

“Go take a nap,” he replied. “I’ll make sure no one comes in.”

Draped in the warmth of the sheets that smells like him, you were still dumbfounded that something you thought you’d only dream about late at night would turn into reality— how he would ruthlessly plow you down one second then act so considerate and caring the moment after.

All things in the archives are open for everyone, but this little escapade of yours, an aftermath of a not-so-innocent dare, will remain your dirty little secret only the two of you will ever know.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail fanfic #dan heng #dan heng smut #dan heng x reader #roiree risque #reposting this because i accidentally deleted it

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faestolemythoughts · 6 months ago

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More Stardew hcs 🌸💚

Sam/Seb

Slight TW, boys smokin the devils lettuce

-Sam has a tendency to fall asleep literally anywhere. Wether it’s on the floor, outside somehow, or most often.. Seb’s bed.

When I say Seb’s bed though, it’s hardly ever in a normal position. He usually falls asleep mid-game, slumping against the wall or hanging halfway off or (Seb’s absolute favorite) sprawled out across the entire already small bed.

Sebastian never notices until it’s too late. He’s always too focused in whatever video game they’re playing, only looking over when Sam stops replying to whatever he’s saying. Every time it happens he wants to be mad, he really does. He just can’t seem to be irritated when Sam looks like that when he sleeps. He’d die before he ever told Sam that he looks pretty when he sleeps.

It’s always a chore to shove Sam (the heaviest sleeper sebs ever fucking seen) aside so he can lay in his own bed.

They’d both be lying if they said they never ended up against each other.. because it’s warm of course.

Let’s just say Abby’s found them like that countless times. She has the pictures to prove it.

-The first time Sam wants to try smoking with Seb (not cigarettes 🍃) Is after a particularly bad day with his family. They’re around 17-18. Senior year. Kent keeps getting on him about college and other bullshit he wants no part in. His mom won’t stop agreeing with him. He’s sick of it. He needs.. well, weed.

Barging into Sebs room eyes immediately on the dark blue glass piece, Seb can tell something’s wrong.

“I need you to give me that.” Sam huffs. Motioning at the bong.

Sebastian almost laughs. He would’ve if it weren’t for the look on Sam’s face that’s really telling him he really does need to unwind.

“You sure? Don’t wanna talk?”

“Just- pack it or whatever it’s called.”

Sebastian hastily does what he’s told. He’s fighting himself and definitely feels like a horrible influence right now. But Sam’s a grown man and can make his own choices, so he hands the bong to Sam, tucking the bowl pack in his pocket.

they make their way up to the top of the hill, veering right of the spa near the train tunnels, knowing damn well they can’t do this anywhere near the house. As they make the 10 minute or so walk, Sam finally starts talking.

“I really wish my mom would be on my side one time.”

Seb motions for Sam to take the bong out of his jacket where it had been conveniently hidden from anyone’s sight.

“Want me to show you how?”

“I fucking know how.”

Eyebrows raised Seb just sets in the bowl piece and tosses Sam the lighter.

“Okay.”

Sam definitely doesn’t know how. His first try he doesn’t put his mouth right against the glass, not creating a suction therefore getting no smoke. A very familiar bitch face from Seb is accompanied with a tsk noise and an eye roll.

“Let me show you before you waste all my weed.” Seb reaches a hand out, grabbing the glass while still in Sam’s hands, guiding it closer to his mouth. “Put it all the way against your face so air can’t get in.”

He takes the lighter from Sam’s hands, suddenly acutely aware of the fact that their hands are overlapping. He keeps it there though.

“I’m gonna light it for you, you ready?”

Sam nods, making eye contact, a sliver of nervousness and.. something else Seb can’t quite make out on his face. Sebastian flicks the lighter and Sam seemingly knows to start to breathe in. He lets the glass fill up about half way with smoke, then takes the metal piece out, letting Sam breathe it in.

He thinks the kid is just about going to die with how hard he coughs. He lets himself laugh this time, smacking him on the back telling him the burning will pass.

“Fuck- how do you- do that so often?” Sam manages between coughs.

“You get used to it. Promise. Tell me if you don’t feel right. We can go home.”

“I don’t really.. feel anything. When does it like kick in?” He clears his throat, which now feels a little strange.

“Give it a second.” Seb mumbles.

Upon realizing he hadn’t gotten a hit of his own, Sebastian takes the bong from Sam’s hands, taking a long hit of his own, puffing the smoke. Sam watches as the smoke fades away all around them, feeling different than before.

He watches as Sebastian’s face relaxes, a little jealous that it seems to have a sudden affect on him.

“Can I have another one?” He asks.

“Jesus, Sammy. Thought you’d be a lightweight.” Sebastian hands him the bong again. “One more. After that wait a few minutes.”

Sebastian lights it again for him, making sure he doesn’t get way too much smoke. Sam coughs for another minute again.

Sebastian takes another hit himself, gently setting the glass on a flat piece of earth where he hopes it won’t tip.

They sit in silence for a while after that. Just watching the lights of the valley flicker on as the sunlight starts to fade. He almost thinks Sam might be immune to marijuana until he hears little giggles coming from beside him.

“You ever notice how when Kent gets mad that little vein in his neck really pops out.” Sam laughs.

Sebastian can’t help but laugh out loud. Fuck his neck vein really does pop out. Sam is definitely high.

“You feeling good there buddy?” Seb asks, which just makes them both crack right up again.

“I can’t believe you hid this from me this entire time.” Sam huffs, faking dramatics.

“You could’ve just asked, dipshit.”

“I think I might love weed.”

Sebastian makes the critical mistake of looking over at Sam who looks.. so fucking pretty. His puffy red eyes, his slightly strewn hair and his dopey little smile.

Fuck. This is not good. Weed isn’t supposed to make your best friends lips look so.. interesting.. yeah that’s the right word, interesting. Seb rips his eyes from sam, staring at the grass blade he’s picking at.

“You should bring me up here more. The stars are so much brighter than in town.”

God. This kid might actually be the death of Sebastian.

Sam lays back on the cool grass that’s now a little bit damp, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’ll be itchy later but it’s well worth the feeling he has right now. His legs feel like bubbles and he just wants to laugh. Whatever bullshit he was mad over just seems funny now. And god the stars are so damn bright. What if he could just touch them. They look like they’d feel fuzzy… he feels fuzzy.

He turns his head to the right, starting up at Sebastian who’s resting his head on his propped up knee. For some reason he wants to reach out and touch Sebastian, too. His hair looks like it feels so soft. Seb catches him starting but Sam can’t bring himself to feel embarrassed.

Sam really wishes he could put a word to what this feels like and why really really wants to be closer to him. Maybe it’s just the weed, though. Definitely just the weed.

#okay so I wrote more than I intended #please enjoy high!boys #first post of many #lmk if y’all want more #stardew valley #stardew headcanon #headcanon #sam stardew valley #sdv sebastian #sebastian stardew valley #sdv sam #sdv #I love weed #sdv headcanons #it’s not just the weed

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wjhik · 1 year ago

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Hiii!! How are you? Can I ask for a jude request where both the reader and him go on Ridiculousness and it’s just all fluff and jokes, thanks anyway

Cuddles (Jude Bellingham)

Soft moonlight seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. The walls were adorned with pictures of cherished memories, and the bed is a cozy haven of warmth and comfort. I was scrolling through movie options to watch. I worked my ass off all morning to get all my uni work done, so I could enjoy my weekend, not needing to stress about having to get anything done. As I picked an M&M out of the package I heard the door open. I perked up and listened. I heard keys being dropped on the table and bags being put down. I heard footsteps moving towards the bedroom, where I was. The door swung open to reveal my beloved boyfriend.

“Hey, baby.” Jude says with a sigh. “Hi.” I smile at him. He rushed into the bathroom to settle himself.

Jude came out in a t-shirt and his boxers. “Hey.” He says, settling himself in bed, next to me. He laid his head on my chest and wrapped his arms around my waist. “How was your day?” I asked him. He always got clingy after a hard day. “It wasn’t bad. But I got cold, and wet.” The rainy season was hard for Jude. All he wanted to do was cuddle in bed with a warm cup of hot chocolate. “Yeah? I’m sorry, baby.” I comfort him, running my hands through his hair. I moved my hand to grab his under the blanket. Once contact was made, he immediately pulled away. “God, woman. Your hands are so cold. What the fuck?” He exclaims. “Why do you have to freeze my ass every night?” He whines. I don’t understand why he thinks it’s so cold. It’s really not. I only keep the thermostat at 16C. (that is really cold for me, but that’s what i keep my room at so wtv)

I playfully grabbed his face, enveloping him in my coldness. “AY! GET AWAY!!” He yells out. “You’re such a drama queen.” I giggled. “I’m not. You’re fucking insane.” He says, referencing my temperature preferences. I simply rolled my eyes at him.

“What are we doing tonight, girlfriend?” He says, poking my side. “You tell me, boyfriend.” I replied, my eyes stuck to the T.V., struggling to find something interesting. “Well, I thought we could have some fun.” He whispered. “Stop being a horny teenager. Let’s watch Charlie And The Chocolate Factory.” I dismissed him. “You’re genuinely such a child.” He said.

“I never want to leave this bed.” I said, seemingly out of nowhere. Jude makes me feel so comfortable and safe. Nights like those were my favorite, because it was just me and him. No cameras. No media. No interviews. No judgment. Just a man and his girl. It was perfect.

“I second that. It's like a fort of coziness.” Jude replied. He held me in his chest tighter, and kissed the top of my head. He put his finger under my chin and made me look at him. I looked in his eyes, but instantly got nervous. I looked down, blushing to myself. He lets out a breathy laugh. He lifted my face once again, and kissed me. I felt all the butterflies that have ever been in my stomach all at once.

I pulled away and kissed his nose. I propped myself up on one elbow, gazing up at Jude with a mischievous glint in my eye. “What’s going on in that brain of yours, huh?” Jude asks, seeing past my eyes. “You know, we could stay here forever. Build a tiny world of blankets and pillows, and never face the world outside.” I say, holding him tight. Jude flashes me a heartwarming smile that I will never get tired of. “I'm all for it. We'll need to hire a breakfast delivery service, though. Can't survive on cuddles alone.” Jude jokes. I rolled my eyes and asked, “Why do you have the humor of an 86-year-old grandpa that gets called ‘pop-pop’ by his grandkids?” I ask him. He gasps loudly and places his hand on his chest. “For your information, girls would die for this humor.” He huffs. “I am girls.”

We shared a laugh, our fingers playing an intricate game of interlocking puzzles. My hand found its way to Jude's cheek, and I stroked it gently. “I love you so much. You don’t even get it.” I say. Jude quickly reciprocated by kissing me. He pulled away with a dramatic smooch to my head. “You do realize we've been in bed for hours, right?” I observed. “Hours? More like days, I think. Time ceases to exist in our cuddle kingdom.” Jude said. This guy is such a dork. “Please, stop. I think I’m going to be sick.” I said. “You love me.” Jude said, rolling his eyes. “You know I do.”

We laid there in silence, savoring the tranquility of the night, enveloped in a cocoon of love and comfort. I lifted my head to plant a soft kiss on Jude's lips, and he responded with a gentle caress, our affection speaking volumes without the need for words. “I’m so sleepy.” I said, yawning into Jude’s chest. “I know, sweetie.” Jude twisted at an awkward angle to reach for the T.V. remote on his side table. He grabbed it and turned off the T.V., as well as flicking off his side lamp. He reached above me and turned mine off as well. He shimmied down slowly, trying not to disturb me. “Sleep, my love.” He whispered quietly, kissing my head.

“I love you, you know.” I say, dreamily as I doze off into a deep sleep. “I love you more.” Jude whispers, knowing I can’t hear him. Our embrace tightened, as if trying to fuse our souls together, seeking solace and strength in each other's arms. The world outside may be calling, but for now, in the safety of our love, time stands still, and the only reality that matters is the one we've created in the quiet sanctuary of our shared warmth.

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smok3r7 · 10 months ago

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Is Leaving Even An Option?

Joel x F!reader

Explicit, 18+

Five: Running Away

Main Masterlist & Series Masterlist - My Ao3

Summary: Your days have become one in the same, even with the terrifying reality of death right outside the walls of Jackson. You never thought you’d be in the situation you’ve been stuck in for seven years now, the daily abuse you endure has become an expectation. You take whatever your husband throws at you, literally and figuratively, because you’ve been trained to believe this is normal. But a new man, Joel, moves next door and happens to be friendly towards you, this causes your husband’s anger to worsen. Your mind starts a gruesome war with itself - can you leave him or do you stay until the inevitable happens?

Chapter Summary: Nate is officially out of the picture for good, at least for the last year. A fun night of card games and alcohol causes you and Joel finally to have a chance to maybe spark something new. But you get scared, and what do you do when you get scared? You run away.

Word count: 5.8k

⚠️Warnings: cards against humanity, sexual tension, grinding, fingering, relationship ptsd, feeling confused

I just wanna give a big shout to @chloeangelic she has been an absolute blessing to me, thank you so much for helping me through this process, love you🫂🫶🏼

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The warm summer breeze flows through your hair as you sit on a rocking chair on the wrap-around porch you’ve come to relax on, the sounds of children playing surrounds you, the sun beaming down onto the green yards filled with dandelions in the neighborhood, and you couldn’t be any happier.

Another year has passed by without any problems, you practically live with Joel and Ellie, and you can’t remember the last time you set foot in your old place, too many horrific memories associated with that home. Nate has been gone for months now - he and Daniel got an assignment to go out West a bit more to find different supplies Jackson needs.

All you know is that they’re still alive, based off of radio communications, but in reality, you don’t care anymore, to the point where you have asked Henry, who’s in control of the radio, to stop giving you updates.

You’ve mentally and emotionally moved on from Nate, and he’s more a figment of your imagination by now. You don’t have any more romantic ties to him, which means, you’re back to your normal fun self. Your witty personality takes over the weak one that grew over you like weeds, and it’s pretty funny; you and Ellie are very similar, she’s what you would imagine your daughter to be like. It’s bittersweet.

“Hey darlin’,” Joel greets as he comes out of the house you now share with them, with a glass of lemonade in each hand, “Extra sugar, just how you like it.” He winks at you when you reach out to grab the tall glass, a smile grows on your warm face, “You, Miller, are the best.”

He laughs as he sits down next to you in the other chair with a groan, “I try my best.” You shake your head and take a drink of the freshly squeezed lemonade and your mouth is filled with the perfect mix of sugary sweetness and fresh lemons. You hum from the pure satisfaction that flows through your tastebuds, “Gotta hand it to you, Miller,” you turn your head to look him in the eyes, “This is perfect.”

His eyes gaze from your eyes down to your lips and back again, a soft smile grows on his worn face as he smoothly says, “Anything for you, sugar.” The two of you continue to stare at each other as you both silently drink the delicious yellow drink, just enjoying the beautiful summer weather.

The rest of the afternoon is spent with you both enjoying each other's company, along with the surrounding noise of people outside. However, there’s something different about the way you and Joel are communicating, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

—

“Okay, okay, here we go. What killed the dinosaurs?” Ellie finally gets out after a burst of laughter. Joel and you have started a game night type of thing every Friday with Ellie, Tommy, and Maria, and tonight is Cards Against Humanity.

“AIDS, oh my god,” Ellie chokes, as does the rest of the group playing, but you hear Tommy snicker under his breath. Welp, that’s Tommy’s.

“Bees?” She laughs as she sets the white card down, “I mean, what?” She shakes her head and leans back in her chair, “John Travolta’s right hand… Okayyyy.” A confused look grows on her face as she looks at Joel, but he doesn’t give any hint of whether it's his or not as he takes a sip of his whiskey.

“And finally,” she flips the last white card and immediately looks at you across from her at the dining room table, you try to give her a what are you looking at sort of look, but the wine you’ve been drinking catches up to you as you try to hide your smile that’s just waiting to crack with your hand. You know it’s your card and it’s a doozy, “Old lady, you’re something else,” she shakes her head and reads, “Having no legs, just toes.”

You and Ellie are the only ones who are cracking up, both of you hitting the wooden table and starting to see tears rolling down each other's faces. The rest of the table, however, doesn’t seem to find it as funny as you both do. “That’s the winner!” Ellie hollers as she slides the black card on the table to you, and your hand stops it from flying off the table.

“I win!” You yell with excitement as you put your arms in the air and start to wave them side to side, the red wine Maria brought over giving you a boost of adrenaline and confidence to be who you truly are, and you don’t care if they don’t like it - because this is the girl you’ve wanted to be for decades, the girl who could be what she wanted and didn’t care about what others thought.

“Really? AIDS was so much better!” Tommy playfully argues with Ellie, but Ellie is quick with the rebuttal. “I know but just imagine a T-Rex with its baby arms, and with just toes and no legs!” She breaks out into a fit of laughter before she can even finish her sentence, and it causes the whole table to erupt in laughs.

God, you can’t remember the last time you felt like this - just pure happiness and comfort. It’s so heartwarming to be able to live through this moment during the time of what seems to be the end of the world, along with surviving your shit marriage. You never thought you’d be able to see or even feel this again, it’s beautiful.

After the roaring laughter dies down to a lower volume conversation about whatever Town Hall is planning for this weekend, the sudden touch of Joel’s large warm hand on your skin catches your attention. You take a second to subtly look down and you notice how his hand fits perfectly on your squishy thigh as he softly squeezes your flesh. A shudder crawls up your spine, pure ecstasy surges through your body and, god, yes, you haven’t had this feeling in years, so long you honestly don’t even know how to take care of it.

Your cheeks start to heat up and your breathing gets a bit heavy, the wine definitely not helping to keep this hidden. Without giving it a second thought, you bring your hand on top of his and give a gentle squeeze back to tell him, this is okay. Over the last couple months, the subtle flirting between you and Joel has slowly turned into something that could potentially become serious, but the conversation has never been had between you two, so it’s been a gray area for awhile now.

You’re trying to keep your full attention on Maria who is discussing to the whole table how she’s so sick of having to plan all of the events that go on in Jackson, but let’s be real, you can’t pay her any mind. All your attention is focused on Joel and his gentle touch as he slowly swipes his thumb close to your now arousal covered panties, your stomach doing flips from the anticipation, and even though you continue to nod your head with her complaints, your patience with Maria is running thin.

All you want to do right now is drag Joel upstairs and fuck him like it’s the last and only time you’ll be able to, but that’s not possible at the moment.

Joel must be thinking and feeling the same thing because he then leans into your ear and whispers for only you to hear, “Want me to send them home?” You slightly turn your head, mainly your eyes, and all you do is bite your bottom lip in a smile that’s covered by your hand, as you barely nod your dazed head.

You’re so lost in the fantasy of you and Joel finally being able to end the long-awaited game of flirting, that you’re really not even mentally here as Maria and Tommy do their farewells and Ellie tells you two that she’s gonna head over to Dina’s for the evening. It feels almost like a dream kind of state, you haven’t drank like this in god knows how many years, and you really only had three glasses of wine - but you feel like you drank a whole bottle to yourself, so you’re drunk, basically, but not in a sloppy way, just with newfound confidence.

—

Now it’s only you and Joel, just the two of you alone in this huge house, and anything could happen. As you stand in the living room a few feet away from his muscular build, you slowly make your way to the staircase, and Joel then shuts the big door behind Ellie, then locks it, twice.

Joel turns around to face you, your hand now wrapping around the brown railing that leads to the second floor. He has this smirk on his lips that shows you he’s as riled up as you are.

Feeling a bit of confidence rise in your belly, you sing to him, “Catch me if you can, Miller,” and as you start to run up the hardwood steps, only a second later, you hear him chuckle, ooh just wait, and the sound of his quick feet behind you. Normally this would terrify you, but this is different, you’re not even close to feeling scared, you actually feel excited.

You’re feeling kind of frisky too, so you decide to be a little extra; you reach the door that leads to Joel’s room at the end of the hallway and you quickly spin around to face him as he reaches the top of the steps. You strip off your flannel and undershirt, then slip the flannel back on with only your black lace bra showing. Might as well make this more fun, right?

As he sees you showing off for him, he whistles and slowly struts towards you, “My, my, darlin’,” then gently wraps his fingers around your waist and presses into your plush skin, his bearded face close to your lips, “You sure know how to put on a show.”

You gaze at his eyes, his nose and his jaw, and when you see the way he adores you, a feeling stirs in your core that you can’t place, almost like a sense of hope. But you really don’t have a clue, you can’t place it, and it scares you, but for right now you push it out of sight and out of mind because you really want this. And, well, let’s be honest - you need this.

“I thought you might deserve it,” you purr back to him as you stare into his eyes, the ones that hooked you the first time you met him, and your hand rests on his chest. The next thing you know, you feel his soft lips on yours, the scratch from his beard riling you up even more, making you kiss him back with lust.

His tongue peeks out in search for permission and you eagerly open your mouth for him to lick every inch of you, his hands still on your hips but with a tighter grip, pulling you closer to grind on his hardening cock. Your hands are now grabbing his green flannel on his chest, your fingertips beginning to dig into his broad chest, both of you groaning into each other.

Somehow Joel gets his door open and you almost fall backwards into the warmth of his room, but he’s quick to catch you. “Good catch, Miller,” you chuckle as he brings you back into his chest and you begin to unbutton his shirt as he softly shuts the door behind him. He smiles as he says, “Would never let you fall, darlin’.”

Then, like a light switch flipping on, this overwhelming feeling of needing to be in control takes over, one you’ve never been able to have before in the bedroom, and you’ll be damned if that’s going to continue - this is happening on your terms only.

You swiftly spin your two bodies around, meshed together, your fingers reaching his bottom button, and when you undo it, you slide the flannel off of his shoulders and he lets it drop to the floor. Both of you pause for a moment to take in each other, and you watch his brooding chest rise and fall with his breaths, the drops of sweat that roll down his neck, and you eye his happy trail on his belly. God damn.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, sugar,” he murmurs softly as he lowers his lips to your neck and leaves a trail of kisses up to your pleading lips.

Your hands naturally move back to his chest, applying pressure for him to walk backwards to the queen size bed, his hands moving from your waist down to your jeans as he unbuttons them and rolls the zipper down. The feeling of Joel stopping his moving feet makes you realize that you’ve reached the mattress. “Sit on the bed,” you demand between moans and kisses.

“Yes, ma’am.” You can feel his smile on your plump lips as he leaves one last meaningful kiss, then sits down at the edge of the white comforter covering the bed, his legs spread open for you to stand between.

Even though you haven’t had satisfying sex, or gotten off at all in over ten years, not even by your own devices, the routine of it all has come back, almost like it never left you. You slowly strip yourself of your light washed jeans and discard them somewhere on his carpeted floor. Shit, you hear Joel whistle at the sight of you.

You bring your head back up to meet his gaze and you growl, “Back up to the pillows, take your jeans off first.”

“Gotta say, darlin’-” he starts sliding his jeans off and starts to move to the head of the bed, “I like you in control.”

You smile at his words and think, I do too. The image of him in front of you with his legs spread and his arms folded behind his head, just waiting for you to make your first move, makes you crave him ever more. You start to crawl on the bed towards him, your face is now above his black boxers that show an imprint of his cock.

God damn. You knew he was big, but not that big.

You continue to move up his body, along his belly and his chest, moving in rhythm with each other, and his face, his breathtaking features that you love so much. Your hands come up to wrap around the back of his neck as you sit on your knees on either side of his thighs, and your panty covered folds sit on his throbbing member, his large hands holding your ass as you start to slowly rock back and forth.

You’re so pent up that you could likely orgasm just from this, but you want to feel him fill you up and claim you as his own. No, you want to claim him - make him crumble apart for you, and only you.

The mixture of moans and groans from the both of you echo off of the bedroom walls, neither one of you trying to be quiet, not even the slightest.

“Fuck, sugar, keep doing that,” he groans as he watches the way your hips grind on his cock with such ease.

Your fingers wrap around his soft curls and firmly pull to make him look you in the eyes as you bring your lips to his in a fiery kiss. Your tongues battle for dominance for a moment before he finally gives in to you, the pressure from his fingers digging into the skin of your ass, causing goosebumps to rise all over.

With your right hand, you release the hold of his curls and you bring it down where your two bodies connect as you start to rub slow circles on your aching clit, causing your body to shudder from the motion. Your lips quiver against his and you see that cocky smile appear on his face again, “I gotchu sugar, not going anywhere.” His voice is low as he brings one of his hands down to replace yours, as he moves your panties to the side and starts to swipe through your soaked folds.

Your hips buck from the sensation of Joel’s thick fingers teasing your leaking hole and your throbbing clit, begging for attention. You feel his middle and ring finger slightly push into you, then release and go back to rub a few circles, and back in again. Each time he goes back to your hole, his fingers reach deeper inside you, creating this new feeling inside you.

A string of yes, don’t stop, and right there, roll off of your tongue from his fingers now fully inserted in your pulsating cunt as he continues to pump up and down.

Your head is in his shoulder as your hands have found their place back around his neck, your hips following the flow of Joel’s thick fingers.

“Look at you, pretty girl, sitting so pretty for me,” Joel coos into your ear, his other hand now on your hip as he continues to help your movements.

You start to feel the tightness grow in your lower belly, and you raise your head to look at him, at his beautiful brown eyes, as the overwhelming orgasm rips out of you. Your body stops moving as your mouth hangs open and a strung out moan leaves it, your forehead now resting on his, your eyes still meeting his gaze.

“There you go, let it all go, sugar,” he praises as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you and moves both his hands back to rest on your ass with a gentle squeeze.

Your ears are ringing, head feels dizzy, and your breathing is heavy from the intensity of the orgasm Joel has ripped out of you, almost like you’re a virgin again from how quick he pulled it out of you.

“Thank you,” you finally utter out between heavy breaths.

His face curls, “For what?”, and you chuckle as you pull your face away from his and lay your dazed head back onto his shoulder, burying your face in his neck. You softly say with a gentle tug of his silver and brown hair now damp from sweat, “For all this.”

You listen to the pattern of his rapid heartbeat as your head lifts and lowers with his hairy chest as he chuckles, “Oh darlin’, don’t gotta thank me for that.”

You hum in response with a stupid smile, pure pleasure flowing through you from head to toe, becoming so focused on his heartbeat that you don’t even notice how your eyes slowly start to close and your breathing calms down.

“You still there, pretty girl?” Joel asks, his voice causing your ears to vibrate.

Mhmm, you hum quieter than the one before, the scent of sweat, arousal, and the mix of you and Joel fills your nose as you slowly slip into a calming deep sleep.

—

Pancakes - the familiar smell wakes you up. You yawn as your hands come to rub your eyes and your legs stretch out underneath the thin gray sheet that’s covering you. You slowly push your heavy feeling body up so you can sit, and when you do, you realize you’re alone - just you half naked, in Joel’s bedroom.

What time is it? You mumble to yourself as you turn your head to look at his nightstand, eleven-thirty am, not too bad. You’ve got to be at the stables in about an hour, and you wish you had a bit more time to get ready, but oh well.

A sudden soreness shoots from between your legs as you stand up from the bed. That’s right - you and Joel slept together. Or, actually, he just fingered you, but still-

Oh god, you start to genuinely panic, he never got anything in return, he’s gonna be pissed. Even after growing out of your battered self, you are right back in it, that horrified feeling growing in your stomach and mind all over again. Your mind starts to become overwhelmed by the questions you’re asking yourself, questions that shouldn’t even be on your mind.

Why did you do that? How do you end up in these situations all the time? Why couldn’t you just give him a blowjob or something? God, why do you always have to mess it up?

The soft knocking on the door to the hallway startles you, so you quickly grab your jeans on the carpet and spring into the bathroom and quietly shut the door.

“Darlin’?” You hear Joel’s southern voice question into the now empty bedroom. “I’m in the bathroom,” you chirp out as you pull your jeans up and button them.

“Everything okay?” He must’ve heard the tension in your voice, though you tried your best to hide it, unsure of how he feels about last night.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” You respond a bit more defensive than you wanted.

“Was just askin, but I wanted to let you know that breakfast is ready for you downstairs.”

“Thank you, baby, I’ll be down in a minute.”

You hope that you’re convincing enough for him because you just want to be left alone to think for a second. You hear him sigh, alright, sugar, followed by the click of the door shutting, and now it’s your turn to sigh as you stare at your reflection in the long mirror in front of you.

Your PTSD brain has kicked into full gear, realizing that this is exactly how it started with Nate. Your first time with him was all focused on you, and he said it was okay at the time, and even made breakfast, pancakes, just for you the next morning. But then, the next time you wanted to have sex, he had no regard for you at all - you became his personal rag doll, for him to please himself whenever, however he wanted.

It’s starting to become a sick, repetitive cycle that for some reason just keeps happening to you. Your hands grip the granite counter and you start to rock back and forth, how could you be so stupid? You bend your knees and put your forehead on the edge of the counter next to your hands and you start to cry and cry.

—

You eat breakfast in silence, and even though Joel and Ellie keep trying to engage you in their conversation, you just stare at your plate and try to eat whatever your stomach allows.

After about ten minutes of mindlessly playing with your pancakes and not paying any mind to the conversation the other two were having, you abruptly stand up and gently put your dishes on the counter next to the sink.

“I’m heading next door to grab a couple things, then I’m going to the stables,” you say flatly, and before either one of them can say anything back to you, you’re out the kitchen, through the living room, snagging your bow and arrows that are hanging up, and heading out the front door.

I gotta get out of here.

You enter your old home and you're on autopilot again, your feelings turned off, thinking you’d be hyperventilating if you set foot in here again, but now, you’re not you anymore.

After making sure you locked the door behind you, so no one can barge in asking any questions, especially Joel, you run upstairs to your bedroom you once dreaded walking into. As you push the still broken door open, and you’re not shocked to see it’s in the exact same disaster the night you escaped. He’s such a pig, hasn’t cleaned up in over a year.

You take a deep breath in and out through your nose as you walk in and go immediately to your closet, then grab your dark blue travel backpack you had while you were on your own, and you start to fill the bottom with random clothes that are on your closet floor.

After you feel like you’ve packed enough, you head back downstairs to the kitchen and you start to raid whatever is left in the cupboards, finding cans of random foods that you stuff into the bag.

Lastly, you speed walk over to the front hallway closet and as you swing it open to grab the warm blanket on the top self when you hear rapid knocking and you freeze.

“Please, let me in darlin’.”

Knew it, you mumble as you shove the blanket in the top of the bag and zip it up, you then softly close the closet door and tiptoe to the kitchen, still out of sight of the front door, but another round of knocks happen and they’re louder, followed by the sound of Joel pleading your name, “I just wanna talk.”

You stop at the sound of your name flowing out his mouth with such concern and perfect ease, almost like your name was meant to roll off of his tongue, but you shake those feelings away. You continue to sneakily go out the backdoor, so you don’t have to confront Joel. You just can’t handle it, you know it would be your last straw.

After you shut the backdoor, with your backpack on along with your bow and arrow holder, you sprint between yards to the shortcut path to reach the stables, gotta grab Dougie, your horse you named after your father who passed three years before your mom got with Roy.

—

You sneak past the grocery store, not wanting to be seen by anyone who might ask questions about you having your backpack. You’re still on autopilot at this point, you just want to escape from the suffocating feeling of Jackson and its residents, needing time to really think about what’s going on with yourself.

It’s a little bit past twelve-thirty so Main Street isn’t too busy, most people out doing their jobs or going to the Tipsy Bison or Kenny’s Burgers for their lunch break. Now is the perfect time for you to jump the fence on the other side of the stables and grab Dougie, which you achieve with no problems, thank god.

However, your next difficult task is to come up with an excuse to let Vince, who’s in charge of letting people come in and go out of Jackson, to let you out of here with limited questions.

You’re on a time limit because at any given moment, Joel or Ellie will be here knocking on the barn doors, or they’ll do what you did and hop the fence to get in, and you wouldn’t be shocked if they did, because you know they care about you. So you quickly run over to your beautiful dark brown horse, who huffs as you pet his long face. Hi dad, you sigh, we’re gonna go on a little trip okay?

You unhook his reins and walk him over to the fenced in area, then open up the wooden gate and lead him out as you shut the gate to make it seem like nothing has changed. You finally mount Dougie and do a slight pull on the brown leather rein to tell him it’s time you go, just say Tommy’s okay with this and that Joel is coming after you later.

Thankfully the stables aren’t too far from the massive gate separating the infected from the living so you’re there in seconds, and just like you expected, Vince starts asking questions, but with genuine concern on why you’re going out.

“I’m just going out for a bit, want to take Dougie out for a ride,” you yell up to him as you put your hand above your eyes to shield the gleaming sun.

“By yourself?”

“Tommy is cool with it, and Joel will be coming after me later. I’ll be okay, Vince, I promise.” You nod and smile trying to convince him that this is okay.

He hesitates for a second, your anxiety starting to affect your limbs, your legs slightly shaking in the stirrups. You’re biting your bottom lip and your hands are starting to become clammy and sweaty. Vince, c’monnn.

“I’ll be back with Joel in a couple hours.” You yell at one last attempt to make him open the gates.

“Um, okay. Just … Please be safe by yourself.” He forces a smile, “Open Her Up!” He yells to the guy across from him.

“Thank you, Vince!” You yell up to him as you blow up a kiss to him, and just like that, you and Dougie are off on your own, running into the beautiful wooded land, with no real plan on what you’re doing out here.

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You’ve been gone for just under a month, after you left Jackson, Dougie took off with you into the woods for a couple miles without stopping until you inevitably had to because the sun went down. You stopped and stayed one night at the same Motel 6 that Nate and Tommy found you in decades ago, and the next day you and Dougie went another couple miles until you found this beautiful little cabin surrounded by dandelions flooding the massive yard in front.

It was perfect for what you needed, a quiet and secluded spot for you to really explore and understand your mind and your emotions.

The two days you had been out, you only ran into just around a dozen runners and clickers, which was a piece of cake for you, and in all honesty, it was therapeutic to be able to really be you for a change.

You haven’t been outside in the real world in years and a part of you deeply misses the independence you once had, along with the constant feeling of accomplishment you received from taking down infected, or people if necessary.

The sun is just beginning to set, the sky a beautiful dark orange with a hint of bright pink hue that meshes perfectly together, and you’re sitting on the front porch on the singular brown rocking chair, ironically all very similar to yours in Jackson. You have a glass of lemonade in your hand as you gaze at the sky, and somehow, the drink is not as good as when Joel makes it for you. What is his secret?

This getaway was supposed to be healing for you, and it really has been overall, however, there’s a piece of your heart that deeply misses Ellie and Joel. This was supposed to be a way for you to make a decision as to whether Joel is exactly like Nate, with the manipulation tactics, or if he’s actually nothing like him.

Your brain knows that Joel is nothing like Nate, the complete opposite actually, however even after a year of excluding Nate as a person, you’re still in fight or flight mode. You are simply not as healed as you thought you were, and that’s okay, but you gotta find something to help you cope through it, you can’t just push it to the back burner.

You glance over to your right and you see Dougie grazing on some tall grass just a about a yard away from you, a soft smile warming your face as you stare at his beautiful brown hair and watch how he peacefully eats without a worry in the world - you wish that could be you, just a horse grazing without a care in the world, what a life.

You sigh as you bring your attention back to the summer sunset, the sound of crickets and birds chirping rings through your ears. You inhale and the smell of fresh flowers and the warm summer air overtake your senses, you lean back in the chair and bring your feet up on the seat as it slowly rocks your body back and forth.

The glass of tasteless lemonade sits on the small round wooden table in front of you and you stare at it, the condensation on the outside of the tall glass pools down around the bottom and creates a dark ring on the table. Why couldn’t you just stay with Joel?

As you continue to stare at the glass, a shadow starts to appear on the other side, you quickly stand up and grab your bow and arrow that’s on the floor next to you. Without any hesitation you grab an arrow and draw your bow back, the string taught against your cheek as you aim the slim arrow at the person riding a lighter brown horse, no way, you think.

The person riding this beautiful horse is about twenty-five feet away from you now, and as you try to make out the face of this mystery man, it finally registers, Joel.

This sense of relief overtakes your body, you drop your bow right at your feet and you stand there in absolute shock, how the hell did he find you all the way out here?

“Joel,” you gasp as hot tears roll down your face.

Before you know it, you watch as Joel jumps off his horse and runs to you, when he finally reaches your shaking body he wraps his large hands around your torso and picks you up like a feather, and he spins you around.

Oh my pretty girl, babygirl, I thought I lost you forever, and what are you doing all the way out here? Spews out of Joel’s mouth, you latch your arms and legs around his thick body as you continue to sob into his neck.

“I’m so sorry.” You repeat over and over.

Shhh, it’s okay, baby girl, he softly repeats back to you, I gotchu now.

The two of you hold onto each other like that for a long time. You don’t know why you ever left Jackson, you don’t know why you left Ellie, and finally, you have no idea why you left Joel. All you do know is that you’ll never leave Joel ever again. Not by your own choice, anyway.

Tags: @evyiione @oscarissac2099 @southernbe @pedrosfanny

#joel miller #joel miller x f!reader #Is Leaving Even An Option #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfic #joel miller series #dark story

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reneeluv154 · 11 months ago

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Freak

I hope you enjoy!!🤍

Thank you so much to whoever gave me the idea for this! I had so much fun writing this.

I was taking pictures here and there around the school when I felt someone run up behind me, placing an arm around my shoulder. I looked over, noticing Newt, his fluffy blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. I didn’t realize I had been staring until I bumped into someone.

“Oh, I apologize.”

The boy just smiled, giving me a small nod. I was quite popular in this school, everyone knew me. From the quote on quote weird kids, to the ones who smoke weed in the bathroom, and the athletes. Speaking of athletes.

“Jeez Y/n, you alright?” Newt’s accent made me wanna melt into him like putty. “Yeah, I’m just tired, that's all.”

“Aw man, so you’re not coming to the tournament tonight?”

Shoot, I had forgotten all about the tournament. I was supposed to go and take pictures of the track tournament for the photography club I had signed up for this year.I went around taking pictures for the yearbook and the newsletters, and stuff like that.

“Nah, I’ll be there, kinda have to be.”

“Oh right, Casey got the flu huh?”

I nodded, giving him a grossed-out look. Casey was my friend who was in the photography club as well. He let out a laugh before separating off into another hallway. “See ya tonight!”

A few days after the game, I was sitting on a chair outside of the photography room, since the red light would always give me a headache after a while. I had my head down in my hands when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“You alright?”

I looked up to see Newt and his friend Charlie standing in front of me, both looking happier than ever. They were thrilled they had won the tournament, and I was thrilled for them.

“Yeah, just a slight headache, the lighting in there is harsh ya know?”

They both nodded, Charlie being the one to speak.

“We were just coming to see the pictures you took of the tournament. We would love to see them.”

“Yeah, of course, you guys go ahead, I just need a moment.”

They both nodded, walking into the room while I grabbed two Advils from my purse, taking them both before joining them.

When I walked in I noticed they were standing at a specific wall, Charlie turning around to give me a terrified look.

“What the hell!”

I laughed at first not understanding what was such a big deal before getting a tad bit closer and realizing…these were all my pictures of Newt. Every single one I had taken this week. I panicked, immediately taking them down and moving them across the room onto a small table where the rest of the fully developed photos go.

“I’m sorry.” Was all I could manage, grabbing the tournament photos and taking them over.

“Nah, you're a freak.” Charlie was about to storm out when Newt grabbed his arm. “Don’t be rude, we came here to look at the tournament photos.”

“Newt she had a picture of you when you got out of the showers! You had a towel around your waist…a towel, that's it!”

Shit that one was in there? I thought I had taken that one last week.

“And I will have a talk with her about that later, but for now we came here to look at these photos.”

His dominance gave me chills. We made eye contact. A split second before I broke it handing him the pile of photos,

“Would you like to take a quick look through these?”

He had a small pleasant smile on his face which shocked me. Didn’t he think I was a freak as well? I ignored his comment, doing whatever I could to ignore their presence.

“Hey, Y’n could we by chance take any of these?” Newt asked.

“Yeah, you can take most of them. I just need two or three for the yearbook.”

“Alright here, go through and pick some you wanna keep, Y/n can I have a chat outside?”

I nodded, grabbing the pictures of him and walking with him to the door. He held it open following me out.

I handed him the photos as soon as the door shut feeling guilty, staring at the ground.

“You know, you take quite wonderful pictures.” He flipped through them.

“Thank you,” I murmured

“Y’n, I’m not mad at you.”

“Not even a little?”

He had the pictures in one hand using the other to lift my chin.

“Nope, not even a little.” He cooed.

“You don't think I’m a freak?”

He shook his head “This is one of the most adorable things a girl that likes me has ever done.”

I smiled, feeling like a child.

“I could never call you a freak.” I had butterflies not just in my stomach but everywhere, my heart, my hands and feet, even my brain. I wanted to run around and squeal.

“Coffee this Wednesday at six?”

He asked, taking his hand away to check his watch. I nodded still blushing hard.

“Alright, I’ll see you then.”

Just then Charlie came out carrying some pictures.

“I left you four, come on Newt.”

As I watched them walk away Newt turned around giving me a subtle wink and blowing me a small kiss, he smiled watching me blush.

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winged-self-indulgence · 1 year ago

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Dread Pirate

The urge to write is upon me, and I have decided to make it a @stnaf-vn problem. Riding this goddamn wave of creativity until I inevitably crash and die. Inspired by the picture of Friend as a pirate. Fem!MC (though it's mostly neutral). 1.4K words.

The moonlight shines through the gaps in your curtains, lighting up the cracks on the wooden floor of your bedroom. Tomorrow is your wedding day, for all the good that does you. If you could run you would, and you had. That was why you were locked in your room, unable to so much as stick your head out the window without one of the patrolling guards reporting you to your parents.

They had said that it was for your own protection. Apparently, pirates had been sighted prowling along the coast. Surely the future spouse of a noble would be certain to fetch a high price.

Sighing, you close your eyes and try to fall asleep. Suddenly, from outside your window you hear a melody you haven't heard in years. A song that only one other person would know.

"Friend?" You creep over to the fluttering fabric, too afraid to hope and yet hoping still as you just barely peer through.

The sight that meets you sends your mind is reeling, as you open your window. Down below, illuminated by strands of faint silver, is him. A long black cape brushes the ground, and Friend tips back the tri-corner hat covering his eyes to smirk up at you with a wink. He whistles again, that same silly little tune. If you weren’t so overjoyed to see him, you might have punched him in the gut.

"What are you doing here?" You hiss, stunned by his appearance. You hadn’t seen Friend in years, not cine he'd suddenly vanished along with his family. Yet here he was, lurking outside your window like a bonafide stalker. "Get up here before the guards see you!"

“Well, if you insist,” he calls back, and – with surprising speed and dexterity – he scales the walls of the building until he’s sitting on your windowsill. Once there, he waggled his eyebrows teasingly. “Did ya miss me, sweetheart?”

“Don’t act like this is a game!” You barely remember to keep your voice down but decide that punching him is no longer off the table. “Where the hell have you been?!”

"Ow!” He doubled over in pretend agony. “Is that how you say hello after so long? Is that the welcome your best friend gets? I feel so unloved.”

“Start talking before I make you feel even more unloved,” you threaten, but you still look him over nervously for any sign of injury. You lean away, finally taking in the myriad of changes; bright yellow hair struck through with jewelled clips to keep back the strands, the inky bags beneath his eyes that only made the obsidian irises stand out even more. The clothes, a large black jacket draped over his shoulders, unbuttoned to expose the red lining.

A cutlass dangles from his waist, the edge razor-sharp.

The man before you is a far cry from the bright-eyed boy from your childhood. “I can't explain all of it, just yet," your friend says, his voice still low and sultry as he reaches over to touch your cheek. "But I needed to see you. I needed to see if you remembered me."

"Of course I remember you!" You catch his hand before he can draw it away. "You fool! You absolute-! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?! All these months-!"

"Ah-ah," he kisses the back of your hand again with a smile. "I’m sorry I left you alone for so long, but believe me, sweet thing, you were always in my heart.”

You laugh, your fears briefly swept away by Friend's easy charm. "I see you some things haven’t changed,” you joke, pulling your hand away and poking his nose. “You haven't stopped being such a flirt."

He can't help but laugh, too. Your touch is electric to him. He wants to grab you, and never let go.

"And I see you haven’t stopped being so beautiful," he banters, opening his arms invitingly. "Come here, precious. Let me hold you close."

The request makes you stop, and the butterflies in your belly shrivel up into husks as you remember where you are. What tomorrow is. "I...we can't do that anymore."

"Right. Because of your wedding," Friend says, and you're surprised that he knows. "Don't look at me like that, sweetheart. I have my ways of learning things."

"Believe me, I’ve tried to get out of it, but I have nowhere else to go,” you stare out the window to where the surface of the sea shines like a mirror. “If I could leave…”

Friend steps closer, his breath warm on your face, the smell of honey-wine on his breath. "Then at least let me hug you once. Just once, for old time’s sake, huh?”

With a sigh, you lean into his arms, breathing in the scent of leather, saltwater, and something so familiar that it transports you back to being a child again. Memories of you and Friend race through the streets, him in his fancy clothes that made it difficult to run over the perpetually damp pavement.

You are so caught up in the memories that you don't notice the expression on Friend’s face. You don’t notice what’s in his hands. You don’t notice the odd scent in the air, or the haze of grey smoke joining the night fog.

"Do you trust me, sweetheart?" Friend asks softly.

The question surprises you, and you suddenly find that you can't pull away from him. The arms around you are deceptively strong beneath the thick fabric of his coat. Twisting, you manage to lean far enough away to stare into those impossibly black eyes, and you could have sworn that they were glowing.

"Do you trust me," he murmurs again into the space between your lips. Somehow you have enough presence of mind to nod, and the way his lips split into a wide grin gives you the feeling that you’ve just signed a deal with the devil.

Perhaps you have, because the next thing you hear is someone screaming about a fire, and then nothing else.

When you awaken, you are curled up on a bed in an unfamiliar room. The floor rocks beneath you, a telltale sign that you're not on land. You have no idea how much time has passed, but it must have been hours because you can see the sun through the porthole window.

You try to stand up, only to trip over something and nearly brain yourself on the nearby table. A glance over your shoulder sends ice trickling down your spine: thick iron shackles your ankle to the wall, just long enough for you to walk around the room and no further. Oddly enough, although it’s clearly unused, signs of aging are clear on the surface of the metal. Whoever had trapped you had even added padding to the interior so that your skin wouldn’t be scratched or bruised.

The sound of echoing footsteps draws your attention to the door, and you scan your surroundings for a weapon, but there’s nothing. A suspicious lack of nothing in fact, as though someone had gone through every inch of the cabin and cleared it of absolutely anything that could be potentially harmfully.

It dawns on you that this hadn’t been a random attack or a careless crime. No, this had been premeditated. Were pirates normally so meticulous in their planning?

“Good morning, sweetheart!” Friend bursts through the door, narrowly managing to dodge the pillow projectile you’d flung. It hits the doorframe and falls to the ground with a sulky thump. “Hey, what was that for?!”

“Friend?!” You gasp, relief inflating your lungs and filling you up with bubbles. “Oh, thank goodness! Quick, help me get these chains off-!”

“Sweetheart, why would I do that?” A hand catches your own, chillingly gentle as the person you’d only moments ago been so happy to see firmly pulled your fingers to his lips. “It took me so long to have those commissioned. To outfit this whole room just for you.”

“You…” Ants skitter over your skin as those gleaming eyes meat your own, above a smile made no less honey-sweet by the naked greed swimming in every curve and corner. Sharp teeth flash at the corners of lips, and the memory of them at your throat burns through you. You swallow hard, and ask, “Friend, what are you doing?”

“Exactly what want me to, sweetheart,” he cupped your cheeks tenderly. “I’m taking you away.”

#stnaf #pirate!friend + orca!harper: doing irreversible damage to my psyche #might write a raft AU for orca!harper later #my fic

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undead-merman · 2 years ago

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Hi love your writing especially your serial killer Beel and belphi hc. Can you write for a yandere serial killer Levi as well?

So there was a post on my patreon about the other brother’s as serial killers, this is a bit of a more in depth look into I guess, hope you enjoy.

Serial Killer Leviathan with GN-Reader SFW

Hunting you

You were a simple delivery person nothing special. You lived paycheck to paycheck in a rundown little apartment. Cracks all over the walls, rusty faucets, the whole shitty package.

You thought you had a normal life, but wanted more, you started putting yourself out there more, flirting with people that you felt an attraction to. You were a bit shocked when people started messaging back. One of them was the cute man who ordered at five in the afternoon every Monday through Friday.

He took a shine to you, your coworkers tell you he doesn’t even look at them, and when you took off sick his smiling face fell when he saw it wasn’t you. It was nice to know you were wanted.

You spent some time with some of the people who responded to your flirting, texting you, some even trying to play games with you when you were off work.

But as time went along you started getting messages all over your socials with pictures of you from a random account each time. All with the same profile picture of a goldfish. Some in your delivery uniform, some from outside the shop gazing inside, even inside your room, and some at your computer. Some are grainy with an intense contrast between fluorescent lights, and some are perfectly caught without any blur at all.

The messages from the stalker started soft, adorable almost if it weren’t for the candid pictures. “You looked so pretty today.” “did you cut your hair? It looks nice.” then melting down to vile ones. “I bet you smell nice, the shampoo you use, I tried using it, but I don’t think it smells the same.” “I would spill out my own guts just to get a kiss from you.”

You’d block and block, sometimes ignoring them but now it would pop up on your computer, your phone, and everything that had an internet connection. “I love you. I know you can see this.”

Those other people you were messaging suddenly stopped messaging back one by one, slowly but surely. No goodbyes, nothing, you shrug it off, maybe a bit hurt since a few of them you were really starting to build a connection. But people move on since you were still just testing the waters with a few people.

When you went to your friends for advice and were able to calm down after a long talk you get a message with their full contact information, address, bank info, and every little detail formatted neatly into a threatening text. “Don’t talk to them anymore.”

Whoever this is, they make true to their promise, they leak every little thing putting it everywhere, and even when sites try to delete it, it keeps popping up more and more. They do it more and more to the people you reach out to till you’re isolated.

Should you ever go to the cops you finally get to witness firsthand as they take your report their computer shatters, if you are there in person you watch as their face is filled with glass and smoke, blood splattering against the wall and blood pouring out of their mouth. On the phone? Just an explosion before the line goes dead.

Kidnapping

It doesn't take long for you to feel unsafe even in your own home, or your own work, and every time you get close to someone they get hurt, and their lives are ruined. You are truly all alone beside this person who desperately fights for your attention.

It's stupid, it is was dumb for you to go out for a walk, you take a knife with you just in case, you just need the eyes off you. But that was the worst mistake of your entire life, you’re grabbed from behind and an arm is wrapped around your neck. Fight and kick as you might they drag you back and press against you tightly like they are trying to fuse with you. They managed to choke you out and your last moments were of a fishy, and pool-like smell.

Should you have gone to the police in person or even called the paramedics yourself from the loud noise, they have paramedics and police everywhere with a masked one checking you over. Even when you insist you’re fine he tells you it’s just procedure, you can’t lie that your ears are ringing. He offers you painkillers as the police go over the scene.

But in very little time, you find yourself nodding off. You can’t even keep your eyes open when the nurse comes near to ask if you’re okay, but you are too lax to even answer like you haven’t slept in years.

Whatever way you were caught you find yourself in an unfamiliar living room chained up to a simple column that supports the large room. It’s a bit dirty with snacks everywhere but the wall-spanning fish tank glowing brightly even in the deep shadows of the room. Wrestling with your bonds seemed to draw your captor out of the darkness.

Leviathan smiled and shook, trembling with fear as if your roles were reversed. “I’m so sorry… I just… I couldn’t let anyone else have you. So many people had eyes on you, too many wanted to hold you with their filthy hands. But don’t worry.”

Tears and red face knelt down to match your position. “I’ll keep you safe.” his expression adoring and you swore you coils see small hearts right in his eyes as he looked over you once again.

#obey me #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #yandere #yandere leviathan #serial killer au #serial killer leviathan

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kalpasio · 9 months ago

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Batter Up

Third Base

A Kalpas x Reader Soulmate AU, Chapter 3 below!

“Dr. Mei better keep her promise and give us next week off. I’m wiped,” you stretched your arms above your head and yawned while your computer finished shutting down.

“I think we’ve all agreed not to come in anyway. She can’t really say much at this point, even Kevin is taking some time off.” Raven had already packed up for the day and was leaning on the wall to your cubicle waiting for you.

Technically, your team had finished the crunch on Tuesday, but you had spent the remainder of the week cleaning up. Today, you were all going to a bar to celebrate the end of the project. Sakura came over to your desk while you were grabbing the last of your things and the three of you headed for Raven’s. Bringing all your work material to a bar wasn’t the best idea, so you were dropping some things off at her apartment since it was on the way.

“I overheard Dr. Mei the other day,” Raven waited until you were outside the building to talk, not wanting anyone else to listen in. “She was trying to get us more time to work on the next project. Seems like it’ll have a huge paycheck at the end but they want three years’ worth of work done in one.”

“Ouch,” you winced. “I really hope she gets them to give us a bit more time than that, there’s no way we finish on time, even if we sprint the whole way.”

“Last time a project like this came up, we put it to a vote,” Sakura brought up the first job you had been on. Coming from being an overworked intern, you thought that every project would be that intense. It wasn’t until you got some more experience under your belt that you realized how hard you all had been pushed. That was also the last project that was taken on by Dr. Mei’s predecessor, so you had a feeling he was trying to go out with a bang.

“At least that one was somewhat reasonable,” Raven argued, “This one just isn’t happening unless we’re given more time.”

“They’ll probably reduce the pay if they agree to more time though.” You hated pointing out the obvious, but someone had to. “And if the pay is the only reason to take the job in the first place, why bother.”

“We don’t have any other work to do in the meantime. It could be a while before something else pops up and Dr. Mei isn’t known to sit back and wait.” Sakura stopped talking when her phone went off, pulling it out so she could read the message she’d gotten. “Kallen’s going to pick up Rin from daycare and wait for the babysitter. Says she’ll meet us at the bar in an hour.”

“Rin still needs a babysitter?” Raven looked over to your coworker who didn’t look at all bothered by the question.

“I doubt she’d get into any trouble, but better safe than sorry.” Her explanation made sense, but you knew it wasn’t the full picture. Kallen’s job was dangerous, and she’d made her fair share of enemies. The two were taking no chances when it came to Rin, and you could understand why.

Inside the bar, Rita waved your group over to the table she shared with Durandal. There was only space for five people in the booth, but there were a few chairs around the other side, and you could see that other tables nearby had been reserved for the rest of your coworkers.

After you all ordered some drinks, the conversation flowed easily. At first the topics mostly centered around work; what the next big project would be, how much sleep you all had lost from overtime, and when the next game would be. After some time though, the conversations split. You and Sakura started talking about how Rin was doing, but when she brought up the fact that she and her family had been thinking about getting a cat, Rita joined your group, giving some advice from her own experience.

It was nice to finally have some time to relax, even if drinking wasn’t your favorite pastime, these were some of your favorite people and being in their company was enough to make you smile. Your friend wasn’t so easily destressed, she kept checking her phone for updates from Kallen, though she tried to be subtle about it. It had only been thirty minutes, but she did eventually get a message and said that you should expect Kallen to be there within the next couple of minutes.

She did not tell you to expect to see Kalpas, but there he was, dutifully following behind Kallen like a guard dog. The drinks must have gotten to you more than you thought because the pout that you thought was hidden well was clearly caught by Kallen and she raised an eyebrow in response. With a huff, you turned back around and looked down into your cup. You weren’t mad at her, but the idea of Kalpas caring so much about someone else when he wouldn’t even give you the time of day hurt more than you wanted to admit.

Sakura slid over so that there was just enough space for her wife to sit on the edge of the booth with her. When they exchanged a short kiss, Raven pretended to gag making you laugh a little at her theatrics. She sent you a wink at the joke you’d shared but then her eyes flicked up to something behind you. A second later, a chair was dropped next to you with a rattle that made you worry it might break

Looking over your shoulder, you saw Kalpas taking the seat, already looking your way. Part of you wanted to keep staring and not let him intimidate you, but a louder part of you got nervous under his gaze and you turned away. Kira, who had been sitting at the advertising table with Kiana, gave you a smirk that meant nothing but trouble and you looked up at the ceiling, just wanting a moment of peace.

“Everything okay?” Kallen and Sakura both were looking at you now, though you couldn’t tell if their concern was teasing or genuine.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Just been a long week. I’m happy to get some time to myself.”

“You know, with all that free time, you could probably find your soulmate.” Kallen’s teasing earned her a glare and you downed the last of your drink to hide your blush.

“I’m gonna go get a refill, do you want anything?” You stood, happy to have an excise to get away from the table, and more importantly Kalpas.

Kallen shook her head no; she planned on staying sober so she could make fun of Sakura (though you had never even seen your coworker buzzed, let alone drunk). Before you had even taken a step away from the table, however, Kalpas was standing from his chair, the motion placing him a little closer than you expected. Looking up at him, he just nodded towards the bar and raised an eyebrow when you didn’t move.

Why did the one person you wanted to avoid have to thwart your escape? Actually, Kallen following you probably would have been worse, you weren’t sure you could take much more of her taunting. The feeling of a hand pressing against your lower back had you taking a step forward to get away, but the pressure didn’t move. Glancing back, Kalpas kept looking straight ahead, almost herding you across the floor.

It was nerve wracking, having him right there, but at the same time you felt a sort of confidence from having him so close and held your head high across the bar. When you reached your destination, the bartender gave you a bit of a side-eye but took your order without any complaints.

“You don’t need to find your soulmate.” Kalpas was leaning against the bar while you waited, looking you dead in the eyes with his arms crossed over his chest. It almost felt like he was interrogating you, but you didn’t look away this time. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe you were just tired of avoiding him, but you kept your eyes locked on him while you spoke.

“I know. I’ve got a pretty good idea of who it is.” You paused, but when Kalpas didn’t say anything, you kept going. “Honestly, I’m more concerned that they aren’t interested.” His glare narrowed and your confidence wavered from the intensity of his stare.

“Why don’t you try asking then. This song and dance is getting old.”

“Nerves,” you answered without fully thinking it through. “It’d be pretty embarrassing if my soulmate rejected me, you know?” Unsurprisingly, the joke fell flat, and you finally looked away while giving a half-hearted chuckle. “You’re not exactly the most approachable. I thought you hated my guts when we first met.”

“I don’t.”

“Oh what a relief,” you looked back at him, your sarcasm giving you a bit of courage.

“If I hated your guts, you would know.” You sincerely doubted that you could tell the difference between angry Kalpas and regular Kalpas but it’s probably best not to say that to his face. “I’m not the kind of person to waste time on pointless things. If I didn’t want to see you, I wouldn’t have gone to the games and if it weren’t for Sakura, we would have had this conversation already.”

“What do you mean ‘if it weren’t for Sakura’?”

“She told me to wait.” He uncrossed his arms, and placed one hand on the bar beside you as he leaned in. “She told me to ‘let you process,’” Kalpas mocked your friend and it almost seemed like he was truly mad at her. “I’ve known that we’re soulmates for months and I’m sick and fucking tired of sitting around doing nothing.”

“Maybe if you were a little more obvious about not hating me—”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that when I’m not allowed anywhere near you?”

He makes a good point…

“Okay well. Now that you’re allowed near me could you be a little more obvious about not hating me?”

Kalpas didn’t waste a second before pressing his lips to yours. His arm wrapped around to keep you close and you had to hold onto his shoulders to keep your balance. Kissing your soulmate physically felt the same as kissing anyone else, but deep down, some part of you that had been tense for so long, finally relaxed. It was soothing in a way you didn’t know you needed, and you couldn’t imagine ever pulling away.

Unfortunately, the bartender didn’t seem to agree, and you were forced apart when he angrily cleared his throat and nearly spilled your drinks when he slammed them down. If you hadn’t looked so embarrassed, Kalpas likely would have ignored the silent reprimand, but you both settled with keeping your fingers locked together for the walk back to the table.

Before you even sat down, you just knew your friends had the smuggest look all ready for when you looked their way. Not wanting to give them the pleasure of saying ‘I told you so,’ you kept your eyes focused on your new boyfriend and Bronya, who was kind enough to spare your feelings. When you glanced at Raven, though, it was all over.

“Couldn’t find any desks to hide behind this time?” Immediately the floodgates opened, and everyone was asking questions or making a witty remark about your new relationship. Even Kira stopped by to visit, and she only left after saying that Kalpas would make a good model and you had to physically shoo her away (her sake as well as your own).

At the end of the night, he walked with you and your friends back to Raven’s and rode the subway back to your stop. On the way you talked about anything and everything. From work, to how you both had met Sakura, to that first baseball game and how annoying your coworkers could be. More importantly, you both decided to take advantage of your time off and planned to go on a proper date sooner rather than later. Sakura and Kallen threatened to crash it, but you weren’t worried. Whether or not they were there didn’t matter. So long as you got to spend time with your soulmate, you would be happy.

uh that whole part with the "oh what if we get another project" Yeah. that was me going off the rails and like almost making this a 20k word fic because I fully intended to have the team go through a whole project and have Kalpas just like pop up sometimes and then I went "Oh my gosh it's 11pm and I have to get up at 6" and proceeded to only write another 4k words the next day. Truly showing restraint

#azaryawrites #kalpas x reader #tamalethebear #cross posted on ao3 #hi3 x reader #x reader

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hauntedsideofthemoon · 2 years ago

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BROKEN HEART OF GOLD - chapter 8; i can't seem to keep any wolves from my door

AO3 link

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader

format: gender-neutral original character/self-insert, they/them pronouns are used when necessary, no use of y/n or "___", feel free to picture the character however you wish!

tags: canon-typical violence, slow burn, ocs as side characters, mentions/depictions of mental health issues

word count: 2741

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It was incredibly difficult to sleep at night. My thoughts were in turmoil, still consumed by memories of the game despite my efforts to think of anything else. When I eventually managed to fall asleep, however, my mind got flooded with nightmares.

The events of my last game replayed in front of me like a horror movie, each moment being more gruesome than what actually happened – Everyone I met in the game had died right next to me. All the taser guns had been replaced with real guns, including the one I had in my hands, turning the whole museum into a bloodbath.

My eyes drifted across the room, seeing dead bodies all around the night guard that stood in front of me. I cried as rage filled my body, and I fired against the guard. The shot rang painfully inside my ears, making my head spin before my vision turned black.

A second gunshot echoed, but I hadn’t pulled the trigger again. A third shot finally woke me up with a jolt and I realized these had been real, happening right outside the building; It was yet another common occurrence at the Beach.

My heart pounded heavily in my chest as my eyes came back to focus. It was very early in the morning, and the sun was barely shining through the window. I worried that going back to sleep would trigger nightmares again, so I dragged myself out of bed and left my room.

I wandered through the nearly-empty corridors, focusing on the sound of my own footsteps. The chatter of people around me blended into a meaningless jumble of noises, until a familiar annoying voice suddenly caught my attention – It was Niragi, right around the corner. He was talking to, or more so being scolded by, someone nearby.

A man was reprimanding Niragi for his reckless behavior and for something along the lines of ‘interfering with other executives’ decisions,’ while Niragi mocked his tone after every sentence like a child. When their conversation stopped and heavy footsteps came in my direction, I realized I had been listening in for a bit too long. Shit. I tried to leave, but Niragi called out for me right after I turned my back.

‘Were you just eavesdropping on us?’ His voice came out hoarser than usual, ‘Are you trying to stick your nose in my business again?’

When I turned to face him, my eyes were drawn to the purple bruises on his face and neck. Memories of his fall came to my mind, and I quickly looked away while trying to stop myself from laughing.

‘Oi, don’t you dare ignore me like that-’ he grabbed my shoulder to make me look back at him and scowled upon noticing my smile. ‘What’s so funny, huh?’

‘Just the way you think I give a shit about you.’ I don’t know what came over me at that moment, but the words escaped my mouth before I could stop them. Maybe it was the fact that he looked ridiculous with those bruises, but for some reason, I didn’t feel afraid to speak up.

I knew I had hit a nerve when Niragi's eyes widened at my answer. He lunged forward and pressed me against the wall, tightly gripping his hands on my shoulders. His fingers drifted up my neck in an attempt to choke me, only stopping when his expression suddenly changed.

Niragi looked conflicted for a few seconds before he released his grip and stepped back. He still looked furious, though slightly restrained.

‘I’ll find a way to kill you without alerting the others.’

…It sounded like he said that more to himself than to me…

His words had me confused. Why would Niragi be afraid of anyone finding out if he killed me? He threatened everyone with his gun and even looked like the type to brag about his ‘body count’ as a militant. He glared at me for a moment before storming off, cursing under his breath.

‘It seems you’ve become a lot more bold since yesterday.’

I was slightly startled by Chishiya’s sudden voice. I turned around to see him appearing from behind a pillar and walking towards me.

'Were you just eavesdropping on us?', I mocked the way Niragi had asked me that same question and Chishiya let out a chuckle.

'I had been listening to their conversation long before you showed up. I'll admit, though, seeing you provoke Niragi was quite amusing.'

I felt a little uneasy upon hearing the word ‘provoke’. Niragi had already been pissed enough at me for yesterday, and I certainly just made things worse because I suddenly felt like mocking him.

'It was a bit funny at first, yeah, but now I guess he's going to kill me at the first opportunity he gets.' I shrugged, trying not to sound too nervous about it.

‘Oh, he definitely wants to kill you now,’ his tone sounded a bit amused, ‘But he can’t.’

I gave Chishiya a questioning look. He glanced up before repeating what that man was telling Niragi a few moments ago.

‘ You should know by now that you are not allowed to meddle with the decisions of other executives, is what Kuzuryu said,’ Chishiya fixed his gaze back on me.

‘If an executive takes a keen interest in a Beach member, they will be monitored and assessed for more important duties. Only that executive can authorize any plans made for that person, and other executives can’t harm them without facing the consequences.’

New questions began to sprout in my mind.

‘So the executives can just pick a player they like and decide to be in charge of them like that?’

‘And then they will monitor everything we do?’

…

‘Who could even be interested in me, anyway?’

I zoned out for a few seconds, pondering over the new questions I had. Chishiya spoke up again, bringing my attention back to him.

‘Are you curious as to who might have taken an interest in you?’

‘Sort of. But it’s the idea of an executive monitoring me so often that makes me uncomfortable. I mean, who wouldn't be?’

‘They are always keeping tabs on us, that's how they find and deal with traitors. Although…’ Chishiya lowered his voice, ‘They seem to have increased their target range.’

His words sent a chill down my spine and I asked what he meant by that.

‘You have also been hearing gunshots outside every night, haven’t you? People are being killed much more often lately, seemingly at random. At this rate, the Beach won’t be safe for long.’

A sense of dread grew in my stomach as I slowly took in everything he said. Ever since I arrived here, I have been hearing gunshots very often regardless of the time of the day, but I assumed it was just the usual frequency.

Hatter's rules were very simple – weird, but simple – and I thought following them was enough to keep me safe. But if they are really killing more than just the 'traitors'...

I fixed my gaze on Chishiya, furrowing my eyebrows.

‘Why are you suddenly telling me all of this?’

A sly smirk formed on Chishiya’s face and he took a few steps closer to me.

‘The executives are hiding something important from us, and I'm going to find out what it is. I believe you can help me with that.’

Oh, hell no . Spying on the most powerful members of the Beach? The ones that have easy access to firearms? Nope. I wasn’t crazy like that.

‘What makes you think I'm going to help you?’

Chishiya’s smirk grew wider as he leaned in closer, intently staring into my eyes.

‘Because you owe me one. And you’re not the kind of person to turn down a debt, are you?’

I tensed up at his words.

Of course, I didn’t think that Chishiya would have helped me simply out of kindness, I already assumed that much. He wanted me to owe him a debt, and now he intended to use it to drag me into something dangerous.

Unfortunately, he was right about me. I hated being bound to someone’s favor, and I couldn’t turn my back on someone who had saved my life. I would feel guilty and ashamed.

‘But how could he have known that?’

I hesitated for a moment, swallowing the knot in my throat before returning his serious stare. If he plans to mess with the executives’ affairs, he must have weighed the risks already, right? Maybe it won’t be too bad.

‘Fine,’ I finally said, ‘I’ll help.’

Chishiya distanced himself from me, looking satisfied with my answer. His tone and expression were now back to his normal smug self.

‘Do you still remember where my room is?’

I nodded.

‘Good. I’ll let you know when I need you, then.’

And with that, he turned his back and left.

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Days went by and I couldn't shake off the uneasiness that had settled within me after everything Chishiya said. Despite still hearing the ‘usual’ gunshots every day, everything else felt peaceful – a bit too peaceful, like the calm before the storm.

I crossed paths with Niragi ever so often, receiving death glares every time he noticed me. If Chishiya was right, Niragi wasn't allowed to kill me because someone else was keeping an eye on me – that would have made me feel safer if I at least knew who was watching out for me.

But I didn't know if I could even trust Chishiya in the first place. I hadn't heard anything back from him since our conversation that morning. It made me wonder if he actually meant anything he said, or if he just wanted to tease me after I interrupted his ‘espionage.’

Part of me wished this was the case, and that I wouldn’t have to participate in any dangerous plans, but… Another part still wanted to believe in Chishiya's words, for reasons I couldn't quite understand.

Shit. The more I thought about everything, the more my curiosity grew. I was determined to ask Chishiya about it the next time we met, even if he reveals it was all a lie and ends up laughing at my face. The weight of so many unanswered questions was becoming unbearable.

I was taken out of my trance when Kuina placed a hand on my shoulder. I had been spending some time with her, hoping to occupy my mind with something else, but she still noticed I looked distracted.

‘Hey, is there something wrong?’ she asked with a concerned look on her face.

I glanced at her, thinking of what I could give as an answer. I decided not to mention anything Chishiya told me that day, not wanting to get her involved in any way. Still, it wouldn't feel good to lie to her.

‘Nothing much, it's just… I'm still thinking about my last game.’ I looked down at my feet, ‘I killed someone, and I've had nightmares about it.’

‘Oh, I'm sorry,’ Kuina's expression softened, ‘It must have been tough.’

‘Yeah, it was… But I'm trying to handle it.’

I gave Kuina a reassuring smile, which she reciprocated. We continued to walk and chat for a while before I changed the subject because of a question that wouldn't leave my mind.

‘Hey, Kuina,’ I spoke and she focused her eyes on me, ‘Do you trust Chishiya?’

‘Hmmm…’, Kuina looked up as she was thinking of an answer, ‘Kind of, I guess. He's not the most outgoing person out there, but he's pretty friendly to me…’

The way Kuina finished her sentence sounded like she had more to say. I waited, but she didn't continue what she was saying. Instead, she looked over my shoulder and let out a small chuckle. ‘Speak of the devil.’

I turned over and saw Chishiya standing not too far from us, his hands stuffed inside his pockets as usual. He was looking around the place and stopped the moment our eyes met, the corners of his mouth slightly turning up before he walked over in our direction.

‘Hey there, haven't seen you in a while. I thought you had died inside your room.’ Kuina laughed as she greeted him. I gave him a small wave, to which he responded with a nod.

‘I've been busy with some important stuff,’ Chishiya replied, ‘I still have things to finish, but something else came up.’ Chishiya turned to me, ‘Hatter wants to have a word with us.’

I darted my eyes between both of them, furrowing my eyebrows. Kuina also had a confused look on her face.

‘What does he want with me?’ I asked.

‘I don't know. He only told me to bring you to the meeting room. You need to follow me.’

I had a weird feeling about this. I looked at Kuina, who nodded at me. ‘I'll see you later, then. Good luck,’ she said before she left us.

Chishiya began walking and I followed beside him. We went up the stairs and reached a huge corridor when Chishiya nudged my arm with his elbow. He spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper.

‘I need you to distract Hatter for a moment while we are there.’

I stared at him with a questioning look on my face. There he goes, saying weird and questionable things again.

‘Why? Are you going to knock him out or something?’

Chishiya chuckled at my question.

‘I'm going to set up a bug in the meeting room. I want to know what they discuss during meetings with the other executives.’

So Chishiya was saying the truth about his ‘plan’, after all. And the first task he set me up for was to distract the leader of the Beach, who explicitly had said ‘death to all traitors’ to my face when I first arrived. One suspicious move from me, and I would be dead. Great.

I sighed. ‘Not satisfied with just eavesdropping on them, are you? If they find your bug they will surely come for us, have you considered that?’

‘I have. I know the perfect spot to set up the bug, but you'll have to make for a really good distraction.’

‘Why are you so confident that I'll do the job well? You know, I've never done anything like this. If I make a mistake, we're both dead.’

Chishiya didn't answer, only letting out another chuckle. I rolled my eyes and looked ahead as we approached a big set of doors.

‘I'll give you a sign when I need you to distract him,’ Chishiya whispered once again.

I asked what kind of sign, but he didn't have any time to answer. The doors swung open and Hatter greeted us with a smile, motioning for us to get inside.

It was the same room I was taken to when I first met Hatter. On the back wall, a few more of the drawn cards had been checked out since I last came here. All the windows were covered with thick curtains, blocking any sunlight from coming in, and the place was dimly illuminated by several chandeliers. I spotted some surveillance cameras across the ceiling, feeling even more apprehensive about Chishiya’s plan.

There was a long table at the center, with some people already sitting down around it – Kano Mira was right beside Hatter’s seat, and the girl that was in the Scavenger Hunt game with my group sat on the other side. At the other end of the table, Niragi sat while facing Hatter, his usual gun placed in front of him.

Chishiya and I took the two remaining seats, sitting across from each other. I shifted my eyes over everyone at the table; The girl had her head down and anxiously fidgeted with her fingers, Mira gave me a warm smile as I sat next to her, and Niragi darted furious glares between Chishiya and me.

I fixed my eyes on Chishiya at last, and he shot me a glance with a smirk before we turned our attention to Hatter.

‘Welcome, both of you! We’re all finally here, and I hope you have been doing well,’ Hatter had a big smile on his face as he spoke, which quickly vanished before his next words, ‘Because I sure have not.’ He turned his face to Niragi. I couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but it was easy to assume he was glaring at him.

#hauntedsideofthemoon #chishiya x reader #chishiya x gender neutral reader #chishiya x gn reader #chishiya x oc #aib x reader #alice in borderland chishiya #chishiya fanfic #aib fanfic

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skoulsons · 2 years ago

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TLOU ep6 | I did not fix these up at all, so have fun reading any and all misspellings and parts where it looks like my brain is melting (it was)

FIDHEOFHSKDVim so excited

he’s so pretty

“What did I just say?” grumpy lil dad with his disobeying daughter

Joel’s having ptsd :( cant wait to get more of this throughout the episode :) not.

he really thinks he lost the last of his blood

this feels very reminiscent of when he gets injured. Later this episode??

(Light guitar playing) my love <3

“Don’t start” 😭

THE RABBIT CONVERSATJON. they rlly are bonding

the tape over his foot :( just like Tess

COME DOWN FEOM THERE YOURE GONNA BRRAK TOUR NECK

YEAHHHH HES GIVING HER SOME. HES GOT A LIL SMILEEEE

“Okay?” 😭

OH ITS WE ?? :((

an old farmhouse some land :(( just like tlou2

SHEEP THEURE QUIET DO WHAT THEYRE TOLD. sooo tlou2 coded

them acting like they’re going their separate ways 🤣🤣🤣

ASTRONAUT. he could just tell :(

I love this little campfire with them

ILL DO BOTH WATCHES GET SOME SLEEP DREAM OF SHEEP RANCHES ON THE MOON

IS HE SAYINF ITS SHPPOSED TO BE ME OH MY FUCODHENDHDJEDH

IM RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU OKAY

LIKE YOU TAUGHT ME TO

aw it’s like the same when he took the beretta from her in ep4 THE SHOT IS SO SIMILAR WITH HIS HAND OUT BUT ITS NOT AS ANGRY THIS TIME

the glances :(

wake me up next time <3

NOT HER TRYING TO WISTLE 😭😭

TALENTTTT

they’re just so so tiny.

and to know she has to hunt to keep him alive next episode

THEYRE DOIJF THR HYDROELECTRIC PLANT??? WAIT???

“Don’t ask me I don’t have a clue” YOU COULDBE MADE SOMETHING UP I WOULDBE BELIEVED YOU

THERE THEY AREEEEEE

him grabbing her wrist <333333333

YOULL BE OKAY MY GOGHDJDGD I LOVE REASSURANCES

oh look a puppo

oh no he’s gonna smell it

JOELS OANICKING????

oh good we’re good okay we’re good

oh wow the outside wall looks so good

Oh man jackson looks so so so good

gosh this is so great

HER LOOKING BACK AT JOEL CAUSE SHES SMILING

TOMMYYYYYYYY

OH LOOK AT JOELS FACE

TOMMYS LAUGH

look at Ellie :(( she’s never seen him so happy or hug someone

HIS SMILR MY FODHEKFHEKDV LOOK AT HIM SMILE LOOK AR MY SWEET LITTTLR BLORBO

JOEL APOLOGZING FOR ELLIE. LETS MIND OUR MANNERS

“WHATS WRONG WITH YOU” 😭😭

“Ellie!” He’s so frustarted 😭😭

sometimes he sounds like such a texan it’s hilarious

JOEL SAY CONGRATS. CONGRATS.

seven years ago wow

CAN YOU TEACH ME HOW NO HE CANT

SHEEEEEEP

oh so they have a council

300 people? Wow

SO UH COMMUNISM

SHIMMER NO WAY NO WAY

EMPTY HOUSE ACROSS THE STREET

“We’ve been doing fine”

“Joel” “you’ll be fine” much like the game in the hydroelectric plant

“You on the other hand”

BACON PSHOOO

so how’s Tess :( SHES FINE. ALRIGHT.

ANS THE KID?? OH YEAH. AHES THE DAUGHTER OF SOME FIREFLY MUCKETY MUCK.

U OF EC

weeks ride south ok

it’ll be easy for us

WHAT CAUSE TOUR WIFI WONT LET YOU. SHE KEPT HIM OFF THE RADIO??

am I the wrong people :(

and I don’t judge you for it. We survived the only way we knew how. But there were other ways we just didn’t know how

IM GONNA BE A FATHERS. A FEW MONTHS ALONG. WRITE ON THIS?!

Fuck

I FEEL LIKE ID BE A GOOD DAD

GUESS WELL FIND OUT

JUST BECAUSE LIFE STOPPED FOR YOU. SARAH BEINF LIFE. WRITE ON THISSSSS

yeah this is Christmas time isn’t it cause it’s September.when they met?? oooh he must be reminded so much of old Christmas with Sarah

oh not the little girls. HE PROBABLT BENT DOWN AND HUGGED SARAH JUSF LIKE THAT

unless they’re pulling the whole Alyssa card??

A NOTE WITH IM ACTOSS THE STREET 😭😭

THEY HAVE RANCH ARGUMENT IN HERE?????

even her sweater is similar to ranch argument wow

their house is blue how cute

OH WOW A BOARD FOR SARAH?? Ans kevin??

“World class salons” 😭

AWWW SHE GETTING A HAIRCUT

“I put bad guys in jail”

FUCK SHE DOESNT KNOW ABOUT SATAH

FUCK RUCK FUCK

SARAH WAS JOELS FAUGHTER

FUCK

“I GUESS THAT EXPLAINS HIM A LITTLE” THATS WHAT I SAIDDDDD

picture picture please picture

she really doesn’t trust him at all. But Ellie does and she doesn’t believe Maria’s word

they really got a while movie theater

WORK BENCH

are we having another argument

new boots :(

the way he’s holding his hands is giving major nervous vibes

“I shouldn’t have said what I said” - just like Joel last episode

“It’s complicated for you. And I’m sorry”

Is it a suicide mission?

HE LOOKS SO TINY 🤏🏻🤏🏻

“She’s immune”

THE WAY HE SAID ELLIE FEELS SOOOOO GAMEJOEL

“SHES IMMUNE” HE LOKKS SOOOOOOO

Below is the root of my mental illness.

“Tess got bit. She made me swear to take the kid. It was her dying wish, what was I supposed to do? WE MADE IT AD FAR AS KC AND THEN YNOW !SHE SAVED MY LIFE THERE! FROM ANOTHER KID. FIVE YEARS AGO I WOULDVE DESTRYOED HIM. BUT SHE HAD TO SHOOT HIM TO SAVE ME. FOURTEEN YEARS OLD. BECAUSE I WAS TOO SLOW AND TOO FUCKING DEAF TO HEAR HIM. THEN I SAW A MAN KILL HIS OWN BROTHER. **he’s crying whatfuckfuck** TO SAVE HER WHILE INJUST WATCHED. AND TODAY I THOUGHT THAT DOG WAS GONNA TEAR HER APART BECAUSE IT SMELLED SOMETBINF ON HER. AND ALL INDID WAS STAND THERE. I **COULTN MOVE** I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING EXCPET JUST. I WAS SO AFRAID. ANS HIS DHAKY BREATH. WHAT THE FUCK. IM NOT WHO INWAS. IM WEAK. ***LATELY THERE ARE THESE MOMENTS WHERE FEAR COMES UP OUT OF NOWHERE AND MT HEART FEELS LIKE ITS STOPPED. I HAVE DREAMS. EVERY NIGHT. INDONT KNOW. I CANT REMEMBER. I JSUF KNOW THAT WHEN I WAKE UP IVE LOST SOMETHING. IM FAILING IN MY SLEEP. ITS ALL I DO. ITS ALL IHE EVER DONE IS FAIL HER AGAIN AND AGAIN. ****IM JUSF GONNA GER HER KILLED I KNOW IT***

******I HAVE TO LEAVE HER****

WELL HERES TOUR FHANVE TO BRING YOUR KID INTO A BETTER WORL. YOURE TOUNGER THAN ME YOURE ATILL STRONG. YOU SAID IT YOURSELF YOULL COME BACK. YOU HAVE TO TSKE HER AND THE CRYINF AND THR SHAKY BREATH FUCKSHDNFIFJ

he loves her so much ellie. got it’s written all over his face. he loves her SO MUCU AND HE CANF DO IT

“They’ll shoot her” AND THE BOICD CRACK WAYT FCUKC. HE THREATENEE TO SHOOT HER EVERY SCENE AND NOW??;?);?4)?;!:?;?

IFS THE LAS THING ILL EVER ASK OF YOU. I SAEAR.

thr fucking falling tear you’re fucking joking. LET HIM BE FUCKING HAPPY.

he’s literally shaking.

I’ll take her out at dawn.

hea gonna go say goodbye and they argue that’s what happens right.

the slow walk up. fuck duck fuck fuck tuck

“Ellie?

if you’re gonna ditch me ditch me

I HAVE TO LEAVE HER TOU HAVE TO TAKE HER

I MADE THIS DECISION FOR YOUR OWN GOOD

DO YOU GIHR A SHIT ABOUT ME OR NOT. OF COURSE I DO WAHT THR FUCK.

the slight face change at ‘her’. wow.

IM AFRIAD OF LOSINF YOUUUU

THE SNIFFLE. HEBDOESNT WANT TO DONTHIS

WRITE ON ALL OF THIS WRITE ON ALL ODNTHIS

Joel :(((

FLASHBACKL WHATDBS FUCKC

you can really see his nose scar wow

SARAH :((

so this is what they were talking about.

NOT HIM CRUINF FUCK OFF HES CRIED SOMKUCU TOFAY

HOW DOES HE TAKE HER HAXK HOW DOES HE TAKE HER BACK HOWWWW WE DOIN IT

is Joel here.

YEAH.

SNIFFLES ANYWAY.

YOU DESERVE A CHOICE. LETS GO.

that was fast 😭

Helping her up 😭😭

the eye close :(

BOTH OF YOU BTHERES A PLAGE HERE

LOOK HOW HAPPT SHE IS

ADIOS BIG BROTHER 😭😭

HER HANDS AROUKD HIS MIDDLE HER HANDS AROUKD HIS MIDDLE HER HANDS AROUND HIS MIDDLE

AWWWWWWWWWWWW

This is so fuckinf cute.

GOU DICK

HIS SMILE

FUCKI

I just did my job. WHIHC WAS BUILDING

SINGER???

THATS PRETTY COOL

HER CHEEK AGAINST HIS BACK HER CHEEK AGAISNF HIS FBSKDHEKHDKHD HER CHEESL AGAISNF HIS BACK AND HIS SMILE

THE FOOTBALL CONVERSATION

“But violent” 😭

we end on his injury don’t we

HIS LITTLE SMILES AT HER

“One step closer to you dream”

“Sort of adults”

WHATTHEY WANTED TO DO WITH THEIR LIVES THSTS FROM THR GAMEEEE

I WANGWS RO BE A SINGER. YOURE ALREADY ALIGHING. YOURE SIGNING FOR Me later. ITS THE LEAST YOU CAN DO FAIR ENOUGH.

FIRST TIME SEEIN A MONKEY IN THR GAMMEEEE

“Lookit” <3

this set looks so good

oh wow even that’s from the game oh wow

oh I can’t wait for the Instagram edits of these two after this episode

HIS GACE WHEN SHE SAIS THEY TURNED INTO MONKEYS

RAIDERSSSSS

THE HEADBUTT

YEAHHHB CHOKE HIM OUR JOEL

YEAHHHH CRACK HIS BECK JOEL FUCK YEAH

FUCK BE DUD IMPALE HIM STILL MY GOD

GOGOGOGOGOGO

JOEL OPEN YOUR EYEW OPEN YOUR EYES YOU GOTTA GET UP I CANF GET SO THIS WIRHOUT YOU INDONT KNOW WHWRE IM GOING

JOEL PLEASE JOEL PLEASE

IM TAKINF A RIDE WITH MY BEST FRIEND

#the last of us hbo #tlou spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams #I was. a mess. a little bit.

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phoenixmaiden-gaming · 2 years ago

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Stray part 5

Back at it again and this time I explored the rest of Antvillage and talked to everyone now that B-12 was translating again. I even found a person with a request and I got a nice shiny badge for my trouble. Then I moved on and made it to Midtown where I explored around a bit and finally met Clementine. Below is what I did.

Starting out, the first thing I did was get the Steam Achievement by jumping up on the table where two robots were playing chess. They were angry that I had interrupted their game, but I got the achievement.

I also went to the memory spot I had seen earlier. It was on a graffiti wall and B-12 said it had the robots language on it. The Companions created it themselves, he had seen it happening while he was in the network. These symbols of communication suddenly changed to this. And since he had been stuck in the network for so long so he translated the new language until he could understand everything. So now he could understand them. (Antvillage Memory #1)

I went up a bit further and found a gardening robot called Malo. She said that Clementine was the one who taught them how to grow plants that could live without sunlight. She had a huge collection but was missing some colors and asked me if I could find a yellow, red, and purple plant.

I found the purple plant no problem it was out on a branch on the way up to Zbaltazar. The red one I saw from above on the ground floor so I had to find a way down using a bucket and go over to the tree to grab it. The yellow one I struggled to find and found it when I was going down the back way and finding a school it was right on the side. Now I had all 3.

I went back to Malo and gave her all three of the plants and in return, she gave me a bright red Plant Badge. Nice!

I got up to Zbaltazar and was going to talk to him, but when I went behind him I could rub up against him. He really liked that, look at those hearts.

Now that I was done with everything in Antvillage, I made my way to the top and into a new tunnel were I found an old Subway. B-12 remembered that the Subway was the way people went to work and traveled all over the city. He used to take it too. He used to take it every morning after saying goodbye to his family. He remembered that he was doing all this for his family, but they were gone now. They had wanted to see the Outside, but does that even matter any more? Poor B-12...he then said that we should go find Clementine. We have her picture so we can ask the Companions in Midtown. (Main Memory #4)

I found a way out of the Subway and was at a entrance to Midtown. There was a little place on the corner with books and a robot wrapped in a blanket. B-12 had a memory here. He noticed all the books here and said that he recognized some of them and wondered if he had a library. He remembered that there was nothing like the smell of books and the turn of a page. (Midtown Memory #1) I feel you B-12.

I continued further in and came across a Wanted sign for Clementine who was wanted for being rebellious and a troublemaker. That’s not good.

I caught a robot being held up by a Peacemaker robot, who I guess is like the police. They were looking for Clementine and questioning everyone.

I went to the left and got up on a building where I could look out over the city and you could see what I think is the Slums from here.

I then went past the Peacemaker and officially made it into Midtown. It was unlike any of the other places. It had lots of lights so it was bright. A lot of robots were milling around and there were shops everywhere. It’s exactly what a town should be, but of course there’s a dark secret below of the Slums. Not that any of these robots think about it.

I wandered around Midtown talking to all the robots and one of them talked about Neco Corp. The robots like him work all day to collect the trash and send it downstairs to be recycled and repurposed...I have a feeling they don’t know that it’s just tossed down to the Slums.

I went into one of the stores through a window and on the wall found a code that was backwards. In the same area I found a safe up on a shelf that asked for the password, it was 8542. It opened and I found the Cat Badge inside! Cool. Another to add to my collection.

Wandering a bit more and I found a small alcove with some pillows and a memory. B-12 said that he wished he could feel the softness of a pillow or the taste of a cold drink. He missed having his own body. (Midtown Memory #2)

I found the Residential area and found some robots in the courtyard area. One of them was gesturing to the cameras that were around the place. The peacemakers had apparently put them up and they couldn’t play their music anymore. I spoke to the one sitting on the bench and Simon said that he would give me one of their cassette tapes if I get rid of the 3 security cameras.

So I went around the three floors and basically sat on all the cameras so that they would break. Once I got all three, I went to speak to Simon and he gave me one of their mix tapes. Don’t know what to use it for, but I’ll figure it out.

I went up to the third floor and found a boarded up apartment with a hole in the wall. I went through it and was almost attacked by a robot that turned out to be Clementine. She had thought I was a sentinel and asked what I wanted. I showed her the picture that Zbaltazar gave me and she said that he must have sent me as a new recruit. I must have been very resourceful if I was able to get through the sewers.

Clementine said that she had been trying to find a way to the Outside since she got to Midtown, but the Sentinels are always watching. But now that I was here, I could help.

We went to another room and Clementine showed me some plans she had on the wall. She said she was planning to use the Old Subway as a way to get out, she has the keys but still needs an Atomic Battery.

Neco Corporation has one in their factory and she has a contact who can help them infiltrate. She didn’t know his name, only that they have a bomber jacket and a gold chain. She told me to find him and get inside the factory. I was small and swift enough to sneak in. I just had to be careful of the sentinels.

I left Clementine’s place and continued to explore around and found a robot on a couch that I could sleep on. He liked it.

I continued on and went into the a shop where there was a hole in the ceiling. In the corner I found a memory. B-12 said it was interesting that robots were mimicking human work and behavior, like this shop that sold food. He remembered his favorite place to eat when he was human, but he couldn’t remember the name. It was a small and welcoming place that started with M. (Midtown Memory #4) lol. I wonder if it was McDonalds.

I reached one of the end of Midtown and it was being blocked. A tram was trying to get through but was stopped by a Peacemaker saying that access to the outside was restricted and the elevator was disabled. It was unsafe out there.

Down another area I could see another blocked area but it had some flying robots. I think those are the sentinels Clementine was talking about.

In front of the hat store I found a robot that was waiting for someone called Stuplachee to come help him restock the hats and that he was probably slacking off at the bar. At the entrance to the hat store there was another robot but he wouldn’t let me in while they were restocking. So I guess I will have to get the other guy to come back.

But that will have to wait until later. I had already been playing for a while and I still have much to explore. I have to help Clementine and find her contact to get into Neco Corp. I’ve seen gameplay of this and I know I am going to die so much. I’ll try not to though. I’ll worry about it when I get there. Until next time. Happy Gaming!

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starseized · 1 year ago

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OKAY IF YOU WANT MY (unhinged and tipsy) NOTES FROM WATCHING THE PRODUCTION THEY ARE BELOW

ACT I

The marriage of marvin and trina and her pregnancy in four jews I’m Screaming they rly gave us a prologue huh

They involve Trina more in opening

Whizzer giving Jason a piggyback ride

Love leaning into the photographs/gallery wall and original artwork

Constant moving, less static blocking

Thrill of first love, more conversational less Intense

Whizzer fucking holding Marvin’s hand to his chest and then Squeezing until it hurt oh my god

They are so so passive aggressive

M: “let’s dance”

W: “you *know* I lead”

Whizzer going “hey!” after “sometimes smarmy?”

the fuck kind of accent is Mendel going for man

WHIZZER BEING THE PITCHER REFERENCED IN THE BALL GAME BIT

Jason holding out his hand and Marvin reluctantly handing over money lol

Trina kicks Whizzer to get him to tell Jason to go the psychiatrist SJDBDJDJ

Whizzer reaches out to be friendly with Trina but she shrugs him off and he reaches out to Jason instead and Marvin also shrugs him off

WHIZZER FULLY TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF TO CHANGE OKAY BACK MUSCLES

Absolutely does not care about Marvin bitching at him, who is Way less aggressive btw, he’s just laughing it off

They’re just yelling from their picture frames instead going at him for most of it

Trina is much more resigned and bitter

Old original lyrics throughout, esp noticed on breaking down

Jason is more unhinged

Mendel automatically goes to pour them each a glass and Trina has to stop him from giving some to Jason djdbdjf

Trina absolutely Downing the wine at the table while Jason and Mendel talk

Choreography is not as fun tbh

I do not like this Mendel much so far he’s giving like Nothing compared to Brandon

Jason dragging whizzer into the chorus of ‘feel alright for the rest of your life’ for no reason djdjdjdjd

MENDEL CRYING THROUGH “DON’T START TO CRY” AND POINTING AGGRESSIVELY AT MARVIN AT “FORGET THAT GIANT MAN”

March of the falsettos is as unhinged as ever but poor Trina is being haunted in her sleep by this fucking fever dream

Marvin is way more condescending

Whizzer is so sick of Marvin’s bullshit as he should be

It escalates QUICKLY

MARVIN FULLY THROWS THE CHESS SET AND KICKS SHIT AROUND

AND THATS THE FINAL STRAW

WHIZZER FIGHTS BACK AND MARVIN OPENS THE CLOSET, GRABS THE SUITCASE AND SHOVES WHIZZERS SHIT IN IT AND SHOVES AT HIM

Mendel and Trina are so silly throughout making a home it’s rly fun

Games I play is set outside a motel

Also played more bitter

Whizzer and Trina’s casting definitely feels influenced by the OBC

When Marvin slaps Trina, Jason Immediately shouts “mom!” and runs to hug her and Mendel shoves Marvin away; Whizzer fully turns away

Marvin immediately tries to apologies and Trina goes “okay— okay.” Aggressively enough that he backs off while she holds tight to Jason and to Mendels hand

Marvin is steadily breaking down through ‘I never wanted to love you’

When everyone disperses at the end, he half goes after whizzer who’s taken his suitcase and walked away, watches him go before turning to Jason

Jason initiates the hug at the end of father to son

ACT II

Whizzer walks on stage and pointed at for ‘homosexual’ like the icon he is and does a fun high five with Jason

The picket signs and explosion were a Choice

The lesbians are TOO CUTE

Trina didn’t have a part in ‘jason’s bar mitsvah’ with Marvin?? While Mendels going off abt how bad his was??? It was just Marvin’s half???

THEY ACTUALLY HAVE PICTURES SHOWN FOR EACH IF THE GIRLS JASON NAMES DJDJDJDJ

ONCE AGAIN THE OLD LYRICS THREW ME OFF

Jason is more confident and less awkward in this production

Trina and Mendel have fun little baseball hats on

Whizzer walks into the game with so much confidence

Lesbians are so invested in the game I love them sm

They greet Whizzer like they know him already which is INTERESTING

CHARLOTTE GIVES HIM A PUNCH IN THE SHOULDER DJDBDJD

Trina’s ‘I don’t know’ is so indifferent dkdjdjdjd

But also her and the lesbians acting like they’re besties in the background makes me happy

Charlotte HOLLERING “WOOO NOW THATS HOW YOU HOLD A BASEBALL BAT” I DIED

Marvin and Whizzer facing each other, separate from everyone else when he asks if he can give him a call

Two different patients in day in falsettoland

Trina is still bitter abt not getting laid enough I’m screaming

Marvin is trying So Hard in racquetball dkdndjd

Marvin and Whizzer are much more touchy and affectionate in this number im living for it

Oop they switched Jason’s at this point

after “I don’t want a bar mitzvah, stupid bar mitzvah, any bar mitzvah, would you?’ Trina dramatically throws up her hands and goes “it’s fine, I’ve had a good life” and walks away SKDNDNDJF

Marvin and Trina just walk out Mendel doesn’t shoo them away

OKAY OKAY SO WHAT MORE CAN I SAY ISN’T IN BED MARVIN COMES IN AND DROPS A LIL KISS TO WHIZZERS TEMPLE AND WHIZZER IS READING WITH HIS GLASSES ON AND MARVIN’S JUST WATCHING HIM LIKE THAT AS HE DOZES OFF

HE TAKES WHIZZERS BOOK AND GLASSES FROM HIM SO CAREFULLY

wakes him up and gets a kiss before whizzer heads off to bed

can’t beleieve the glasses hcs were confirmed

I appreciate the use of real headlines shown addressing the AIDS crisis but also the fact that they let Charlotte have a more natural look for her hair

Cordelia is so silly I love her

Whizzer is much more visibly struggling and low energy from the moment he enters the scene which contrasts well with how high Marvin’s energy seems in comparison

He blocks every attempt Marvin makes to initiate any physical contact, just keeps pushing him away

HIS PANICKED BREATHING WHEN HE DROPS AND IS BEING HELD BY MARVIN IM GONNA SOB

Mendel helps Marvin lift him and carry him off and there’s SIRENS

Trina is shown talking to Charlotte and you can hear her being paged to the emergency room

Holding to the ground is much more openly emotional

In the background Marvin is fussing over Whizzer and starts calling for Charlotte because Whizzer is in pain and she sends him out

There’s a heart rate monitor shown above the hospital bed

Trina gives Whizzers shoulder a gentle squeeze with the final ‘everything will be alright.’

Marvin comes in with a book and (get well soon card?) for Whizzer and tries to fuss over him but Whizzer is clearly exhausted and still keeping him at a distance

Trina and Mendel give him a get well soon card too, Marvin puts them all up

Trina is rubbing Whizzers shoulder, fluffing his pillow, right at his bedside

Marvin leans in and tells Jason not to play chess with Whizzer

Jason is holding tight to the chess box, looking around and realizing somethings wrong as everyone sings :(((

Jason runs out at the end, Trina runs right after him

Trina hugs him right before Mendel tells him they’re not sure if Whizzer is gonna make it, he shoves the chess box at Mendel as he goes on about how it’s his decision, is rEALLY MAD THE POOR KID

THE END OF HIS LIFE IS MUFFLED BECAUSE TRINA COMES TO HUG HIM AND COMFORT HIM AND HE STAYS LIKE THAT

THE ‘NO’S GOT ME OH MY GOD

THEYRE SO SAD AND MUFFLED FROM THE HUG, and Trina immediately goes ‘no, okay’

And when she starts the holding to the ground reprise bit her voice breaks I CAN’T DO THIS

SHE STARTS TO CRY AND MENDEL HOLDS HER

there’s no ‘no what’ and ‘this is the start to his becoming a man’ or any of that which surprised me

Marvin’s asleep at the bedside chair, leaning on Whizzers shoulder

Whizzer is much more resigned and reserved

Marvin is trying and failing to hold his composure the whole time

They do a little forehead touch during their ‘I love you’

Charlotte gives Whizzer a little cheek kiss when she comes in

The ‘something bad is happening’ reprise is just Charlotte in a frame, not with Marvin

Whizzer is clearly exhausted and in pain and so resigned to the promise of death looming over him

More desperate as he goes along

No different costumes for bar mitzvah

Mendel goes over to talk with Whizzer about the champagne and pour him a little more

Whizzers just sitting in his bed for most of it, in a daze

As Marvin’s singing to Jason, Trina holds one of Whizzers hands and Charlotte takes the other as Cordelia leans behind him holding his shoulders

WHIZZERS FACE IS SO SOFT WATCHING JASON

JASON REACHES OUT FOR WHIZZER AND WHIZZER GETS UP TO TAKE HIS HAND BUT COLLAPSES

TRINA QUICKLY USHERS JASON OUT, CHARLOTTE TAKES CHARGE AND GETS WHIZZER INTO BED AND TRIES TO FET MARVIN TO GO BUT HES JUST DESPERATELY LIKE “NO, NO!”

WHIZZER IS IN THE BED AS MARVIN STARTS WHAT WOULD I DO

WHIZZER IS SINGING TO HIM AS HE IS DYING THIS IS SICK AND TWISTED I AM SOBBING

THE RELIEF ON WHIZZERS FACE AT “I’D DO IT AGAIN” WOUNDED ME

WHIZZER TRAILS OFF AND FLATLINES AND MARVIN IS JUST SOBBING AND “ITS OKAY”

AND EVERYONE COMES IN AROUND THE BED AND MARVIN TURNS TO HOLD JASON

MENDEL BLOWS OUT THE CANDLE THEY LIT FOR THE BAR MITZVAH INSTEAD OF THE USE OF A CHESS PIECE, THERES NO FUNERAL

about to Wreck myself by watching west end f.alsettos boot : )))

#probably crying into my coffee. ( ooc )#i am so so normal about this show

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