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fastandcarlos · 5 months ago

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Summer Break : ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen

summary: with three weeks off to enjoy yourselves, you and max make the most of it adventuring together

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liked by ynusername, danielricciardo and 2,582,608 others

maxverstappen1: great way to end the first half of the season, looking forward to a nice break before pushing for the title 🏎️

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username1: congrats on such a great start to the season max

ynusername: can't wait to finally get you all to myself 🥰

danielricciardo: @/ynusername did max fail to tell you that i'm coming too?

maxverstappen1: @/danielricciardo like hell are you coming on holiday with us

username2: enjoy your break, you deserve a great rest ❤️

username3: how am i supposed to survive three weeks without you???

landonorris: try not to injure yourself, that would be a shame wouldn't it... 😭

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris careful you almost sound like a sore loser

username4: the title isn't far away...we know you can do it!!

username5: we all know you're going to win so there's no point even trying 💪🏻

redbullracing: thanks for all your hard work so far max, enjoy the break!

username6: that's more like it, my world champion! 🌍

georgerussell63: don't think we'll let you get that title so easily

username7: i can't wait to see what you and y/n get up to

alex_albon: can't wait to see you tonight on a double date we've had no say on

maxverstappen1: @/alex_albon i'm already sick of the sight of you 🙄

alex_albon: @/ynusername sort your man out

ynusername: @/alex_albon sorry the only reason i'm hanging out with you is to see lily 🤷🏻‍♀️

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ynusername: belgium might be up there as one of my new favourite places. such a great way to spend the last couple of days before holiday season 🧇💕

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username8: i've never felt so jealous of a food pic in my life

carmenmmundt: and whereabouts was my invite to going and eating all the waffles?? 😭

ynusername: @/carmenmmundt you're still in monaco so stfu

username9: thank you for always showing up and supporting max yn!!

landonorris: i see, we all eat strict diets in the paddock and you walk around eating any sweet you can find 🙄

ynusername: @/landonorris perks of being a wag

username10: speaking for belgium, we'll welcome you back anytime 🇧🇪

danielricciardo: i don't recognise you with all these aesthetic photos these days

ynusername: @/danielricciardo thought i'd better up my game, aiming to graduate to a .jpg account soon

username11: pls yn we're relying on you for max spam over the next three weeks

maxverstappen1: glad you enjoyed the trip love, the perfect start to our break 💕

username12: it's not fair how one person can be as beautiful as you are

username13: i'm praying for plenty of yn posts to get me through this summer break 🙏🏻

alexandrasaintmleux: next year you're taking me to wherever that is

ynusername: @/alexandrasaintmleux pencilling it into my diary as we speak ✍️

username14: i just adore the relationship that yn and the drivers have together

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maxverstappen1: up, up and away to our first destination. looking forward to a fun couple of weeks with my favourite person 🫶🏻✨

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landonorris: it’s taken four years but you’re officially an insta boyfriend 👏🏻👏🏻

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris if I knew what that meant I’d say thank you

username15: i cannot believe it's been two days and max has already posted omg 😱

danielricciardo: still offended that you didn’t organise this trip with me included

maxverstappen1: @/danielricciardo still offended that you think we’d want you as a third wheel on our holiday 😂

username16: two people are not allowed to be this beautiful on a flight

charles_leclerc: alex is also very disappointed that we didn't get an invite on this trip too...

username17: my heart can't take this and it's only the first post 😊

ynusername: tbh I’d go anywhere in the world as long as I was with you 🥺

username18: praying you two can have a peaceful break without any interruptions

redbullracing: safe travels and see you in three weeks!!

username19: are you really telling me that max managed to take a photo that good of yn???

aussiegrit: i don't recognise you on social media these days...

username20: my two favourite people in the world ahhhhhh 😍😍

oscarpiastri: i think i need one or two photography tips off of you verstappen!

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ynusername: enjoying the views and the company, never wanting this trip to end

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username21: damn yn you've got the best view out of all of us

alex_albon: you're obliged to come home as your absence is making my girlfriend incredibly annoying!!

danielricciardo: you two make me sick sometimes... 😂

ynusername: @/danielricciardo no one asked you to come and see this post??

username22: the beach photos omg i can't cope

landonorris: we get it. you're in love. now please stop bragging.

username23: what are you doing to me yn?? stop messing with my heart ❤️

maxverstappen1: you always manage to find those angles that make me look good!!

ynusername: @/maxverstappen1 any angle of you is a good angle! 🥺

username24: well that's certainly one way to make us all jealous wtf

carmenmmundt: i fancy you so much omg

ynusername: @/carmenmmundt just missing my true partner in crime by my side 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

username25: these photos remind me daily why i dream of having a relationship like these two

charles_leclerc: now alex is mad at me that i've not taken her to a beach to see the sunset, thanks guys

ynusername: @/charles_leclerc @/alexandrasaintmleux i've got your back! 💪🏻

username26: all i want is to be lifted on the beach as beautifully as max lifts yn

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ynusername: i promise i'm still making him work hard despite the fact it's off season. those other drivers won't know what's hit them soon

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username27: couples who train together stay together...or something like that 💪🏻

lilymhe: come and train me instead wtf...

ynusername: @/lilymhe i'm all yours when we get home i promise

username28: max secretly looks like he's loving it don't worry yn

georgerussell63: did you and carmen make a deal to torment your boyfriends with the gym over the summer?? 🤔

ynusername: @/georgerussell63 we just want you to look your best

username29: running must be easy with views as good as those

danielricciardo: stop showing off that your boyfriend is a professional athlete even whilst on holiday 😂

username30: now this is a world champion, on holiday and still making sure he's staying strong...

landonorris: do you reckon you could accidentally trip him up and rule him out for the next few months?? 🤔

ynusername: @/landonorris i'll break your ankle before i break his...

username31: notice the colour coordinated outfits? no? just me?

username32: this'll have the other drivers quaking in their boots yn hahah

schecoperez: how much did max protest that he wouldn't go out for a run?

ynusername: @/schecoperez i bet you deal with less tantrums at home then i do with him! 😂😂

username33: it's not fair, max is already at an advantage getting to work out with you!!

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maxverstappen1: riding into the second half of the season like...

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username34: fast, strong and in the lead, just how you'll be for the rest of the season

landonorris: congratulations on finally making a funny post 👏🏻

username35: someone looks like they're showing off for their girlfriend lmao

charles_leclerc: damn you're such a cool kid these days

username36: no way did max come up with this caption, it's far too funny for him

ynusername: with how big a crash you had earlier i hope you don't race like that next week 😂

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername that was supposed to stay between us!! 🤫

username37: everyone say thank you yn for showing max how to do social media properly

carlossainz55: the name's verstappen...max verstappen 🕶️

danielricciardo: how much did you have to pay yn to come up with this caption for you??

username38: i don't think i'm prepared for the off season spam to end

username39: now we watch max go silent again until december when the season ends

redbullracing: we can assure you max will not be arriving back at red bull on jet ski fyi 😂

username40: out in front and world champion again no doubt!!

oscarpiastri: at least if you're on a jet ski i've got a chance of beating you... 🤔

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˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

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passengerprincessblog · 2 months ago

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“Too Rough”~ Max Verstappen short

WARNINGS: SMUT! NSFW! Mean max, degrading? Rough blowjob.

Summary: After a brutal press conference where doubts about his championship prospects are thrown at him, Max storms back to his room, seething with frustration. When his anger spills over onto Y/N, she stands her ground, igniting a tense, charged moment between them.

The door slammed shut, and Max stormed into the room, his expression thunderous. I barely had a chance to stand before his voice cut through the silence like a knife.

“Unbelievable,” he spat, pacing back and forth, hands flexing with barely restrained fury. “They actually think I’d lose to Lando? Lando.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as if the very thought was a personal insult. “I’m the best out there, and they’re acting like I’m already washed up.”

I could see the anger twisting his features, his jaw clenched so tightly it was a wonder he hadn’t cracked a tooth. I stepped forward, cautiously, reaching out. “Max, it’s just press talk. You know how they are. Don’t let it get to you—”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he snapped, his tone sharp enough to make me pull back. His eyes, usually so bright and clear, were dark and narrowed, focusing on me with an intensity that felt almost hostile. “They’re talking to me like I’m a nobody, and now you’re here, acting like I need some… some kind of pep talk.” His words were biting, dripping with disdain.

I swallowed, feeling a sting from his harsh tone but choosing to ignore it. “I just thought maybe you needed someone to be here for you, that’s all. You don’t have to carry it alone, Max.”

He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Alone? You don’t get it, do you? I’m not some charity case that needs your comfort. I’m Max Verstappen. I don’t need anyone, especially not someone telling me to ‘not let it get to me.’ If you’re not going to say something useful, maybe you should just go.”

The words cut deeper than I’d expected, each syllable sharper than the last. But I stayed silent, letting him vent, knowing this wasn’t really about me. I’d seen him like this before, on the worst days, when nothing went according to his plan. I knew he’d push everyone away if it meant keeping his pride intact.

Still, it didn’t make it hurt any less. I took a small breath and steadied myself, speaking softly. “I’m not going anywhere, Max. Even if you think you don’t need me.”

He just glared at me, and I could feel the weight of his frustration directed fully on me now. His eyes narrowed, scrutinizing me like I was another one of his problems. I looked at him, hoping he’d see that I wasn’t backing down, but that only seemed to irritate him more.

“What?” he snapped, his voice rough and unyielding. “What? What’s wrong with you? Don’t look at me like that.”

A flicker of defensiveness sparked in me, and I crossed my arms, taking a small step back. “I’m not even doing anything, Max.”

His jaw clenched tighter, and his stare hardened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He took a step toward me, his presence overwhelming as he loomed closer. “Watch it,” he warned, his voice low and dripping with a threat that sent a shiver down my spine. “I’ll make you regret opening that mouth.”

The tension was thick, charged with a mixture of anger and something else I couldn’t quite place. My breath caught as his gaze bore into mine, challenging me to either stand my ground or step back. But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. Not tonight.

“Fine,” I replied softly, my voice steady. “Do whatever you want, Max.”

Before I could process what was happening, his hand shot out, gripping my arm and pulling me to him, our faces mere inches apart. His eyes darkened, and the intensity in his gaze sent a jolt through me.

“Excuse me?” he whispered, his tone dangerously low. “Watch your tone. Do you know who I am?” His grip tightened just slightly, grounding me in place. “Do I need to fix that mouth?”

My heart raced, my breath shallow as his words hung in the air, thick and laced with a challenge I wasn’t sure I wanted to meet

Without warning, he pushed me backwards, his hands gripping my shoulders and shoving me down onto my knees. The cold tile floor was hard against my skin as I knelt before him, looking up at his towering figure.

"Look at you," he sneered, his gaze raking over my body. "On your knees where you belong. Maybe this is what you need to remember your place."

His hands moved to his belt, undoing it with practiced ease. The sound of his zipper lowering made my heart race, and I watched as he pulled out his already hard cock, stroking it slowly.

"Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "And don't you dare make me ask twice."

I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing. But the look in his eyes told me that disobeying would only make things worse. With trembling hands, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, feeling the hot, velvety skin beneath my touch.

"That's better," he purred, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Now put that mouth to good use. Show me how sorry you are for pissing me off."

I leaned forward, parting my lips and taking him into my mouth. The taste of him filled my senses. I worked my tongue along his length, trying to please him, to make up for my earlier comment.

But it wasn't enough. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back roughly. "Is this all you've got?" he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "I thought you were supposed to be good at this. Guess I was wrong."

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I didn't dare protest. Instead, I took him deeper, relaxing my throat and letting him slide further into my mouth.

His grip on my hair tightened, his fingers tangling in the strands as he held me in place. "That's it," he growled, his hips thrusting forward, forcing himself deeper into my mouth. "Take it all, like the good little slut you are."

I gagged slightly, my throat constricting around his thick length. But I didn't fight it, instead focusing on pleasing him, on making up for my earlier mistake. My tongue swirled around his shaft, tracing the veins and ridges, eliciting a low groan from his lips.

"Fuck, that's better," he panted, his voice strained with pleasure. "Maybe you're not completely useless after all."

I felt a surge of pride at his words, even as they stung. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, my head bobbing up and down his length. My hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into his skin as I worked him over.

"Yeah, just like that," he hissed, his hips rocking faster now, fucking my face with abandon. "Keep going, don't stop until I tell you to."

I complied, my jaw aching from the strain, my lips stretched wide around his girth. Saliva dripped down my chin, pooling on the floor beneath us. The wet, obscene sounds of my sucking filled the room, mingling with his grunts and moans.

"Goddamn, your mouth feels so good," he groaned, his head falling back in ecstasy. "I should keep you on your knees like this all day, every day. Would you like that, baby? "

I whimpered around his cock, the degrading words sending a shameful thrill through me. I knew it was wrong, knew that I shouldn't enjoy being treated this way.

After a few more moments, I felt his movements become erratic, his breathing growing ragged. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep in my throat, his cock pulsing as he found his release. I swallowed quickly, desperate to take everything he gave me, not wanting to waste a single drop.

He held me there for a long moment, his grip on my hair loosening slightly as he caught his breath. Then, with a soft curse, he pulled away, his spent cock slipping from between my lips.

I looked up at him, my vision blurry, my face flushed and tear-streaked. He stared down at me, his expression softening just a fraction. One hand reached out, gently stroking my hair, almost tenderly.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice gruff. "I was too rough, maybe. I let my anger get the best of me."

There was a hint of regret in his words, but it was overshadowed by a condescending note, as if he were patting me on the head, reassuring a child.

He helped me to my feet, his hands lingering on my hips for a moment before he kisses me softly.

"Go clean yourself up," he ordered, his voice back to its usual brusque tone.

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byechristopher · 2 months ago

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in for it | pt. 2

– CHRIS STURNIOLO ANGST & SMUT.

Author's note: I am a day late, but it's here now, so.. yeah. I hope you like it, babies. There's just something I love about angsty shit happening in clubs (and then smut, smut, smut.) Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: drugs, alcohol, smoking, SMUT towards the end. Minors dni.

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"I don’t wanna go there." I was moody, and you could hear it in my voice.

"Girl. You can’t stay in the house forever." My friend’s voice was gentle but firm, the way only she could be with me. I sighed, dragging out the sound for emphasis, but inside, I knew I wanted to go.

Because just the possibility that he might be there was enough to make my heart race, enough to make me feel that delicious burn of wanting something I shouldn't. Chris. My guilty pleasure, my weakness, the one who’d spent time dancing through my thoughts, uninvited but never unwelcome.

"Fine," I mumbled, grabbing my purse and checking myself one last time in the mirror.

As soon as we stepped into the club, the beat hit me first — a pulsing rhythm that synced with the energy in the air, lights flashing in sync to every beat drop. I followed my friends through the crowd, my eyes scanning the faces, all the while pretending I wasn’t looking for him.

But I was.

And then, there he was.

Chris stood across the room, leaning against the bar, laughing with a few friends. He looked exactly the way I remembered, maybe even better — soft curls falling just right, that signature smirk on his face. He hadn’t seen me yet, so I took in the moment, feeling my pulse quicken as I watched him, letting the thrill take over.

I kept my gaze on him, half-hidden behind the crowd, hoping he'd look my way. The music thumped, people laughed and moved around me, but my eyes stayed locked on him. And then, almost as if he could feel my stare, Chris glanced in my direction.

For a split second, his eyes met mine. A spark flickered in his expression —recognition, maybe surprise, and my heart stopped. But just as quickly, he looked away, turning back to his friends like he hadn’t seen me at all. The sting of disappointment settled heavy in my chest.

I tried to remind myself why he wouldn’t approach me. The last time we’d spoken, I’d told him I didn't trust him anymore, that we couldn’t keep seeing each other. That it was better if we didn’t speak again. I’d meant it.. mostly.

But right now, standing here, with him only a few feet away, it didn’t feel like something I wanted to stick to. Not tonight.

My friends were chatting away, oblivious to my inner turmoil. I let out a slow breath, glancing toward the bar where he was standing. If he wasn’t going to make the first move, maybe I’d have to. I wasn’t leaving this club without talking to him, even if it meant breaking the rules I’d set myself.

I took a step forward, maneuvering through the crowd, weaving around people until I was close enough to feel his presence. I could almost smell his cologne, and the familiar rush came over me, a cocktail of excitement and nerves.

This time, he couldn’t pretend not to see me. And I wasn’t going anywhere until he acknowledged I was here.

I was only a few feet away when Chris finally turned, and his gaze caught mine again. His face tightened, and something bitter flashed in his eyes as he turned his back to his friends.

"You sure you wanna be seen with me? Just sold drugs to the entire club." His voice was low, edged with sarcasm as he leaned back against the bar, crossing his arms. "You've got some nerve coming here."

His words stung, but I held my ground, refusing to let his attitude push me back. This was Chris — cutting, sharp-tongued, and sassy, especially when he was upset. I had to remind myself that he was hurt too, though he'd rather burn than admit it.

"Maybe I changed my mind," I replied, my voice steady.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as if my response was exactly what he’d expected. "Right. Of course you did." He took a sip from his drink, his gaze drifting away, pretending I was just another girl in the crowd, even though I knew better.

The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn’t stop myself from taking another step closer. "Are you really going to keep ignoring me all night?"

He looked back, eyebrow raised. "You seemed very talented at ignoring me for two fucking weeks. Thought maybe I’d try it out."

That hit deep, and he knew it, his smirk twisting with a flash of satisfaction. But beneath the anger in his eyes, there was something else, something softer that he tried to bury.

I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to snap back, to throw all the things I’d been holding in since our last fight. Instead, I softened my tone. "Chris… we need to talk. Really talk. You know it, too."

He watched me carefully, the smirk fading, and for a moment, I thought he might give in. But then he shrugged, forcing a chuckle that was anything but amused.

"Talk, huh? Now you wanna talk? Unbelievable," he muttered, shaking his head. But his voice had lost some of its edge. He set his drink down, his jaw tight as he looked at me like I was both a temptation and a challenge. "Fine. Let’s hear it. What do you have to say that’s so important you had to show up here tonight?"

I felt a glimmer of relief but swallowed it down, knowing this was just the beginning.

I took a shaky breath, steadying myself under his unyielding gaze. "Last time... things got intense, Chris. I didn’t know what to do. I got scared." My voice was softer now, almost drowned out by the music, but I knew he heard every word.

He let out a short, humorless laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Scared, huh?" He glanced away, his jaw clenching as he processed my words. "Got scared, accused me of forcing you take the drug. Well, that's convenient, isn’t it? You get scared, you accuse, you run."

"Don’t twist this," I said, feeling a spark of defensiveness flare up. "You know it wasn’t that simple."

He looked back at me, eyes narrowed. "Oh, really? You accuse me of fucking drugging you, you ignore me, then show up out of nowhere and expect me to just… what, forget it? Be grateful that you suddenly changed your fucking mind?"

I swallowed, feeling the weight of his bitterness. "Chris, I didn’t walk away because I wanted to hurt you. I walked away because everything was too much for me.."

He gave me a pointed look, lips pressed in a tight line. "Too much? What was too much?" He called me by my name – things were serious.

My cheeks flushed, but I pushed on. "Everything.. I saw you selling drugs.. we took pills, it was just.. too much."

He shook his head, and for a second, the anger in his eyes wavered, revealing a glimmer of hurt. "You chose to come here, you wanted to see what I do. You wanted to feel the thrill. And once you did, you threw me away."

His words hung heavy between us, sharp and raw. I bit my lip, "Chris… that’s not what I meant to do at all."

"What did you mean, then? What was I to you?"

"You’re—" I stopped, the words catching in my throat. He raised an eyebrow, his stare unrelenting.

"I’m what? Go ahead, say it," he challenged, his voice quieter now but still sharp. "Because last time really seemed like whatever I was to you didn’t mean much if you could just walk away like that."

I took a step closer, close enough to see the tension in his jaw, the flicker of pain in his eyes. "You meant everything. That was the problem. It scared me, Chris. You… you scare me."

He opened his mouth, then stopped, as if my words had stunned him. A bitter smile tugged at his lips. "Scare you? I'd protect you at all costs. I wouldn't give you anything that wasn't light."

His sarcasm stung, but I didn’t back down. "I know.. I just.. needed time to realise, Chris. I know all of this is dangerous.. but I want you."

For a moment, the tension softened, the anger in his eyes flickering into something else. But then he hardened again, his voice icy. "So, what? You’re here now because you’ve figured it all out? Because you’ve decided I’m worth the risk?"

I could see through his bravado, the way his strong front was just barely hiding the hurt underneath. And for once, I didn’t let him push me away.

"Yes," I said, meeting his gaze with steady determination. "I’m here because I’m done hiding from what I feel. I want you, Chris. I never stopped wanting you."

He looked away, running a hand down his face, caught between anger and something else. "Well, congratulations," he muttered, but his voice was softer, less biting. "Must be nice to have all the answers."

I took another step forward, my hand grazing his arm, and I could feel the tension in his muscles. "I don’t have all the answers. I’m just trying, okay?"

For a long, painful second, he stared down at me, silent. Finally, he sighed, the fight slowly leaving his stance. His voice got quieter. "I don’t know if I can handle you just… leaving."

"Then don’t let me," I whispered, my hand slipping down to his, hoping he’d understand.

He looked down at our hands, and his grip tightened ever so slightly, as if he wanted to hold on but was still unsure. The anger, the bitterness — it was all there, but so was the longing. And for the first time, I felt him let go just enough to meet me halfway.

"I want you. I want to try everything with you. I am sorry I made you sound like the bad guy." I said, my lips only a few inches away from his now.

"I want you." He whispered on my lips but it was enough for me to hear, pressing my lips against his. I could taste cigarettes and alcohol but I didn't mind. On the contrary, I loved the mix of his taste and all that shit.

His friends were long gone as we deepened the kiss, his hand slipping down from my back to my ass. He squeezed it, his tongue invading my mouth as if it was his. Or maybe it was his, at this point.

"You're mine. Don't you walk away from me ever again." He mumbled in my ear and gave my earlobe a lick, I shuddered, "no more excuses."

"No more excuses. I know what I want." I said and he grabbed my hand, leading me to somewhere only he knew.

"Let's go to the VIP corner. No one will bother us there." He said and I followed.

The next few minutes found as at the VIP cornern indeed, my back pressed against his chest, ass rubbing against his crotch as he wrapped his big arms around my waist.

"Do you really trust me?" He said against my neck from behind, biting down on the soft pale skin.

"Yes." I breathed out without a second thought.

He turned us around so I was facing the wall, his back turned to the people around us and chest still pressed against my back – he rubbed my thigh, his hand slowly riding my skirt up. His middle finger found my clit through my lace panties, I let out a moan, not caring if anyone could hear me or not. He started rubbing it, slow at first, then speeding up.

"Pull your top down for me. I wanna see your tits." He said and I felt myself getting even more wet. I did as he ordered, pulling my strapless top down, my chest now put for him to see. If anyone were to turn us around, they'd see everything. And that made me crazy.

His soft curls tickled my cheek as he kissed my neck. He grabbed my tit with his free hand, squeezing it and teasing my nipple, his other hand pushed the panties aside and pinched my clit, making me shout.

"That's for ignoring me for so long." He licked my earlobe.

He slapped my pussy and and I moaned again, "That's for even thinking that I'd do anything to hurt you."

With his finger, he smeared my juices around and unexpectedly shoved it inside of me, making me moan, "and that's for making me think you didn't want me anymore.." he groaned and fucked me with his finger, soon adding another one, "..for making me think you found someone else already.. " he slapped my tit and spread me open with his fingers, "..because you're mine. Only."

"Only yours."

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javierssidechick · 2 months ago

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When Words Fail, Hearts Speak

This pic of Arthur warms my heart he looks innocent

Warnings: mild language, themes of insecurity and vulnerability, romantic tension, character self-doubt

Summary: In the stillness of a night by the campfire, Arthur wrestles with his feelings for you, feeling like he’s not good enough to deserve someone as beautiful and smart as you. As he stumbles over his words, overwhelmed by insecurity, you take the initiative and make the first move.

SORRY THIS IS BAD IM TIRED

The camp was quiet tonight, a gentle breeze drifting through the trees as you and Arthur sat by the fire. Most of the others had turned in for the night, leaving just the two of you in the flickering glow of the flames. You’d been talking, trading stories, laughter coming easy. But as the night wore on, Arthur grew quieter, his gaze dropping to the ground as his fingers nervously tapped against his knee.

"Somethin' on your mind, Arthur?" you asked, breaking the silence.

He flinched, almost like he hadn’t expected you to notice. His gaze darted up to meet yours before quickly flickering away, and you could see the faintest hint of color rising to his cheeks.

"N-no, nothin’," he mumbled, his voice a little unsteady. He looked down at his hands, fidgeting with the brim of his hat. “Just… thinkin', is all.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little, watching him struggle with himself. “Arthur, you don’t usually go all quiet on me like this. What’s goin’ on?”

He swallowed, his jaw clenching as he looked anywhere but at you. "Ain’t nothin’ important," he muttered. But then he took a breath, as if he was about to say something else, and stopped himself.

“Arthur,” you said gently, reaching out to rest a hand on his arm. “You can tell me, you know?”

His eyes went wide, darting down to your hand on his arm, and he let out a shaky laugh. "It’s just… I don’t know why you bother with me." He sounded almost like he was talking to himself, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Hell, you could have anyone you wanted, and… here I am, makin’ a damn fool of myself just tryin’ to talk to you."

Your heart ached at the uncertainty in his voice, the way he looked at you like he was afraid you’d vanish if he got too close. “Arthur,” you said softly, “why would you say that?”

He chuckled nervously, running a hand over his face. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that? Beautiful, smart… you don’t deserve someone like me followin' you around. I just… I don’t know what the hell you see in me, and I know I ain’t got any business feelin’ this way about you…”

He trailed off, his voice breaking, and for a moment, he just stared at the fire, his shoulders tense. His hands fumbled as he tried to say something more, but the words caught in his throat, leaving him a stammering, nervous mess.

“Arthur,” you whispered, leaning a little closer, “you’re not just ‘someone’ to me. Don’t you see that?”

He glanced up, his gaze flicking to yours, and you could see the uncertainty in his eyes. “I… I don’t know,” he stammered, looking away again. "I mean… I ain't ever been good at sayin’ this stuff, but I… I think about you all the time." His voice was barely a whisper now, as if he was afraid to admit it out loud. "But I don’t… I don’t deserve somethin’ like that. Not with you."

You felt your heart skip a beat, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned in, gently tilting his face toward you. His eyes went wide, his breath hitching as you closed the distance, brushing your lips softly against his. He froze, as if he couldn’t quite believe what was happening, but after a moment, he melted into the kiss, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he finally let himself give in.

When you pulled back, his face was flushed, his eyes wide and filled with wonder. "I… I didn’t think…" He trailed off, a shy smile spreading across his face as he looked at you with something close to awe.

You smiled, taking his hand in yours. "Maybe you don’t have to think so much," you murmured, squeezing his hand. "Maybe just… stay with me."

For once, Arthur had no words—only a quiet, breathless smile as he held your hand, finally allowing himself to believe he was enough.

#rdr2 fics #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #fluff #rdr2 arthur morgan #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 community

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an0nfr0mth3d3n · 1 year ago

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As a sapphic myself, how could I not write a bit about the cutest lesbian couple (almost) on the qsmp?

The day Bagi got picked for Team Soulfire was one of the best days of her life, that she remembered at least. That Eye guy must really be homophobic because Bagi was going crazy with not being able to see the adorable girl that had so captured her heart.

Bagi picked the last of her supplies into her backpack, shouldering it quickly. There was no telling when her former teammates who had got chosen for Red could show up, and she wasn’t keen on finding out if the Green Gay spirit would grant her immunity from her former team.

Plus the sooner she saw Tina the sooner she could find happiness in this cruel horrible world of Purgatory.

Bagi smiled as the sun beat down on her face, soaking up the sounds and smells of the jungle one last time. The spicy hint of cacao, the distant squawk of a parrot, the gentle mist kissing her face, the earthy loam beneath her feet, and the far off crashing of waves against a sandy shore.

With spirit determined, she marched forwards towards the sounds of the waves.

Admittedly, she did in fact tense up a little bit when she saw the terror of the island Badboyhalo, who was doing figure eights in a motorboat (on the beach), but considering she already knew he was coming down to pick her up she wasn’t too surprised.

“BAGIIIII” Bad yelled when he saw her coming from the dense woods.

“BADDDDD!!” Bagi couldn’t help smiling at the sight of her dear friend, and she jogged forward to greet him.

Bad’s eyes narrowing in a manner that Bagi had come to associate with mischief, and as she approached, she noticed him type something out on his communicator.

Bagi stopped in front of him, leaning her hand on her hip. “Ok, whaaat are you typi- OOF”

Her sentence was cut short with a loud impact to her back, causing the Brazilian to fall onto the sand. The confusion only lasted a few seconds because with the impact came a high pitched happy squealing and even though it had been a week, Bagi would know that sound anywhere. “TINAAAAAAAAAAA”

The weight on her back shifted, and Bagi turned over in the sand, not minding the beach sand that was getting into her hair. In front of her, was her beloved-

Woah wait were those abs????

Bagi gawked at the crop top exposing Tina’s midriff. Where once was soft squishy belly, not that Bagi was specifically ever checking Tina out haha never…, were now sharply defined and well tanned muscles.

Bagi could hardly breathe as she tore her eyes away, face bursting into heat. It really didn’t help that as she did so she caught sight of the lean muscle now attached to Tina’s arms, and the pretty tan that the other girl had gotten.

Speaking of the other girl-

“Oh my god. What was I THINKING. Why did I DO that? I literally do not even know why I did that Bagi I am SO sorry. Ohhh god this is so embarrasssiiinngggg. Oh my god let me help you up.”

As Tina talked anxiously, Bagi could feel her senses returning, and briefly registered the shi- the muffin-eating grin on Bad’s face.

“Wow Tina I can’t believe you ATTACKED poor Bagi! I’m so sorry, I guess she doesn’t want you on our team!” Bad said far too cheerfully.

“Shut up you FREAK!” Tina yelled at the…vampalien?

“Freak??” Bad scoffed pompously, “I take offense to that! Bagi get your dog under control!”

“YOU’RE THE D-“

BONK

“OW!”

“DON’T MESS WITH TINA!”

Bad grumbled, rubbing his head, expression that of a kicked puppy. “Such violence! I cannot believe you would hit me, and with a cooking pot of all things!”

Bagi hefted the weight of the pot in her hands “Yeah, well I don’t have my frying pan, so this will do!”

“Wait, you have a cooking pot? Oh my god we should totally make a dinner for each other tonight!” Tina said, grasping Bagi’s arm with stars in her eyes.

Bagi stared. Tina’s face, while slightly cut in bruised from the trials of literally existing in purgatory, was gorgeously sun kissed, a faint tan spread evenly across her complexion that spoke tales of working in the sun.

“Um. Errrr. Yeah. Do you have any ingredients?” Bagi managed to get out.

Tina smirked proudly. “Ingredients? Girl, I’m like, the co-leader of the entire farm! I could get you anything! Anything for you Bagi!”

Bagi grinned, heart fluttering. “Then let’s have a nice dinner tonight. Might as well enjoy something in this hellish place!”

“Could I co-“

“No.”

#qsmp #q!tina #q!bagi #bagina #teaduo #q!badboyhalo #team soulfire #qsmp soulfire #qsmp tina #qsmp bagi

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sleepy3012 · 1 month ago

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Stuck: A Welcome To Raven Brooks au

Chapter one: The boy by the water

Otto was walking around the woods close to his house intil he heard a big splash by the river He went to check out who it was. It was Delroy.

Otto's P.O.V : that kid..he's that brat boss was taking about. I look at the unconscious boy who flows by the River...I should let him drown. I take my phone to contact the others and they say to keep him like a hostage.

I hesitate for a moment but I go into the water and save the boy from drowning. I carry him to my house and set him down on the floor, and I go to get duck tape and more suplies.

I grab the boy and take his clothes off and put them in the dryer and Somehow I was able to give him a shower and dty his body off. When I finished I took him to my room and set him on the floor again, and left to get a matress, blanket, and some kid snacks.

Hey dont blame me I don't want the kid to starve to death yk, after that I tied duck tape onto the boys ankles, and putted a small piece of that tape to his wrists and mouth.

A few hours later while I was busy stuffing the animals I heard a Thud in my bedroom I walked to my room to see the boy struggling to break free. I walk towards him and knell down to his level although his was laying down. I pulled the duck tape off his mouth.

"YOU SHIT HEAD LET ME G-!" Delroy was cut of by me

No I was not finna have this type of language in my house hold.

"Now...your going to shut your nasty mouth up..and calm down..and after that am going to put you to sleep, you look a little stressed after that fall." I stated

He didn't respond to me he just looked at me. How do I know that he was stressed? Easy, his eyes looked like he was smoking weed or something, also his breathing wasn't steedy at all. I rip the tape from his mouth to hear him speak.

"Where...wheres..t..Trinity?" The boy asked

Trinity? The girl that had putted that Nicky boy into the basement?

"I dont know yet" I said

"Are...are..y..you a cultist?" He asked

"Yes..I am, and if you don't want to die I suggest you behave boy" I said

Hey I love to mess with kids, after a few minutes I heard his belly growl, and asked he wanted to eat and he noded and with that I brout some food for him and tried to fed him but was stoped...

"Am..n..not a kid dude" he stated

"I know, but your tied up, and if I untie you, you will try to eacape." I said

And with that he shuted up and let me feed him. The night came as I headed to my bed I saw the boy try to crawl like sum his worm and try to escape, NOPE. Not finna happen

Am not going to have my head cutted off by my boss, I stood up to carry him to my bed and ofc he started to struggle. When I layed him down on my bed he tried kick me but that didn't work.

So I got a Syringe and put a little of drugs on it to keep him sleep. He started to move but I held him down and in the syringe went in his neck.

"This should keep you sleep for tonight, Sleep well." I said to him as he drifted of to sleep.

I did feel guilty about giving the boy drugs but hey I need rest and so does he I hope tomorrow wont be THIS hard to take care of one kid

The next Morning

Delroy's P.O.V : I woke up dizzy like Iv'e been....Drunk? Oh...that crazy Otto guy gave me drugs last night. Who the hell give a KID DRUGS? As I tried move my head I realized he was there just reading a book on how to hunt animals.

Bet he not only kills the animals to stuff them. He looks at me which makes me shiver a bit. Wait ain't no way am scared of the old rag man.

"Nice to see you awake, so did you sleep well? How did the drug do?" Otto asked

Oh so were just ignore the fact that you gave a FUCKING KID DRUGS?! I think to myself. During the day I was forced to sit criss cross apple sauce stilled tied up like a 4 year old next to him as he worked. He kept ruffing my hair to check if I was still there, Not like I was going anywhere.

Hours past and we heard a knock at the door, it was Mayor Tavish I was glad to see him for a spilt second until he putted a crow costume on a hanger. Must be raining out there, but I still couldn't belive OUR MAYOR OF RAVEN BROOKS IS A CULTIST.

I just sat there like a kid listening to their convo

Mayor-"Hello there kid"

Otto-"So what happen with the other kids?'

Mayor-" Leslie has Maritza, Abanate has Bales, Murtugh has Ivan and I have Enzo"

Just then I see Enzo holding his hand, I knew that he was afriad of the mayor and did not want to hold his hand. The mayor told Enzo to go and sit with me.

Otto took the tape out of my mouth and told me that I could talk to Enzo. While the grown fok where talking I talked to Enzo.

Me-"hey why do you look trumutiezed? You had a whole chance to run away? I whispered.

Enzo-"he....he will hit me..."

Me-"wdym?"

Enzo-"well..he catched me I was very rude and well very not cooperative and ...well.."

Me-"well?"

Enzo-"you will think its stupid."

Me-"ugh just tell me"

Enzo-"well...he spanked me and shit and yeh I was scared."

Me-"thats stupid...and what is this A daycare where you get punished and SHIT!?"

Not noticing that I had said that out loud otto putted that duck tape on again. It was night time and Enzo and the Mayor had left already and Otto had just finished his work.

After that he setted me on the bed and he took out a sryinge and I witness him putting more drugs than he did the last time.

Me-"more?"

Otto-" I want you to sleep more tomorrow."

Me-"Why?"

Otto-" becuase of how you acted today and because I think you should get some more sleep."

I felt the syringe poke in my neck, I felt the warm and hot liquid inter my neck and I could've sworn that I felt my Head go all over the place. Otto layed be side me and patted my head.

Otto-"Goodnight boy..try to get as much sleep as possible."

With that I slowly felt my body fall apart and my eyes felt to heavy, before yu inew it I was out.

#hello neighbor #welcome to raven brooks #Otto Kinander #mayor tavish #enzo esposito #maritza esposito #trinity bales #ivan torre #delroy #the cult #drug usage

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linagram · 2 months ago

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[ 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝-𝚃𝟹 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 #𝟶𝟸 ] 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚜 (𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷)

guys i was serious when i said that those vds are going to be long. so uh. get ready

Warning: detailed descriptions of everyone's murders.

???: ...

???: Huh..

???: "W-where.. am I?.."

???: "This place looks.. scary.."

???: Ah-

???: Oh, you're awake. Good, good..

???: How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?

???: "T-that's one pretty guy, haha.."

???: A-ah, no, no, I'm fine. Don't worry about me.

???: W-wait, actually, w-where are we?

???: A-and, um.. Who are.. you?

???: .. Ah, right, I forgot to introduce myself.

???: Kuroki Hinode. Nice to meet you.

???: N-nice to meet you too..

???: A-ah, my name is-

Hinode: Don't worry. I already know.

???: Huh?..

???: H-hey, where the hell am I?

???: What is this place? God, it looks like-

Hinode: A prison? That's because it is one.

Hinode: Welcome to the Milgram prison. You two have been invited to watch the third trial end.

Hinode: You two should be honored, it's a pretty big deal, haha.

???: .. Milgram.. prison?..

Hinode: Come on, we should hurry up. It's better if we don't keep the guys in charge waiting.

???: I-I'm not going anywhere with you-

Hinode: Eiji-san. Please, for your own safety, follow me.

Eiji: How do you know my name-

Hinode: I know you both very well.

(the door opens)

(sounds of footsteps)

???: W-whoa..

???: This is.. even scarier than I imagined..

Eiji: You mentioned the third trial, right?

Eiji: That means someone is going to get.. judged?

Hinode: Haha, yes. Of course, someone like you, Eiji-san, would understand how the trials work very well.

Eiji: ...

Hinode: These are your seats. Please sit down.

???: O-okay!..

(sounds of someone sitting down)

???: U-um, Kuroki-san-

Hinode: Just Hinode is fine.

???: O-okay, um..

???: Hinode-san.. who exactly are you?

???: Do you.. work here?

???: Ah, maybe you're going to be the judge?

Eiji: He certainly doesn't look the part.

Hinode: Haha, no, no, I'm not like that at all.

Hinode: .. I'm.. quite the opposite, actually.

???: Wh-

Hinode: Anyway, Miki-san, Eiji-san, are you prepared to see the ones who are going to be judged tonight?

Miki: "He really does know my name.."

Eiji: Huh? So that means it's a trial for multiple people?..

Hinode: Yeah, kind of.

Hinode: Except.. their verdicts are already known.

Hinode: But they don't know what is going to happen to them.

Hinode: I'm sure they're excited to find out, haha.

Hinode: Please, prepare yourselves. You might see some.. familiar faces.

(sounds of multiple doors opening and people's footsteps)

Hinode: All ten prisoners are ready to be judged. Please, have fun watching them.

Eiji: !..

Eiji: *stands up* I-is that-

Miki: .. T-this boy-

Hinode: I told you their faces might look familiar.

Eiji: .. How did he end up here?..

Eiji: O-of course he deserved to go to prison, but-

Miki: ...

Miki: (in a lower voice) What is my brother doing here, Hinode-san?

Hinode: I'm afraid my answer will take too long-

Miki: I'm not going anywhere.

Hinode: ...

Hinode: *sighs* Then I think you should hear it from someone else and not from me.

(sounds of screens turning on)

???: Hello, hello, everyone! I hope you're ready for the end of the Third Trial.

???: Don't you feel excited? I sure do.

???: Now, before we proceed. Right now, the prisoners aren't able to speak. They can still hear and understand everything very well.

???: Just look at everyone's face expressions! I wish I was here to see them in person..

Miki: W-why can't they speak though-

???: We just made a few.. adjustments. Please, don't think about it too much.

???: We wouldn't want the prisoners to start crying and screaming while we discuss their verdicts, would we?

???: Of course, it would be a beautiful sight, but we have to keep this serious.

???: All of them will be able to talk after their verdicts are announced though. I wonder what they will say..

Eiji: Hold on. Who even are you?

Eiji: Are you, like.. The one in charge?

???: Me?...

???: Hm.. I guess you can call me..

???: The goddess of this place?..

Miki: ...

???: Does that ring a bell, Miki-chan?

Miki: .. P-please don't act so familiar with me.

???: Haha, sorry, sorry. You're just so cute!

???: Anyway, yeah, I guess you can see me as the one in charge of this place.

???: If you need a name to call me by..

???: My name is Miguro Rana.Please, just call me Rana.

Rana: Ah, take a look at the second screen. This is my assistant, Arisu.

Rana: He's a pretty boy, isn't he? A shy one though. He doesn't talk much.

Eiji: Why can we see his face, but we can't see yours?

Rana: Because I'm shy too! And who knows, what if I show you all my face and you all will instantly fall in love with me? That wouldn't be good at all!

Rana: Arisu, can you say something so that we know you're here with us right now and not in your silly inner world?

Arisu: ...

Arisu: I-it's a pleasure to finally see you all, everyone.

Akio: !..

Rana: Now, here's our plan for tonight. First, we're going to discuss everyone's crimes. I'm sure the guards have figured most of the stuff out, but there could be some details they don't know yet. Gotta make sure we're all on the same page, right?

Eiji: Guards?..

Rana: After we talk about each crime, the prisoner's verdict will be announced. The prisoner will be able to talk after they find out their verdict. We will also talk about what will happen to all prisoners as well.

Rana: As for the final part..

Rana: Hehe, well, you all just have to wait and see.

Rana: Now, Arisu, can you do me a favor and start with the first prisoner's crime? You had a chance to see him personally, so..

Arisu: *nods*

Arisu: Prisoner 001, Miyagawa Akio. 16 years old, a high school student.

Eiji: So it's that guy with brown hair.. Looks kind of boring.

Eiji: So all of them are criminals, huh? Even that one kid?

Miki: ...

Hinode: They're not just criminals. All of them are murderers. So they all committed the worst crime of all.

Eiji: Whoa..

Eiji: Heh.. They all deserve the worst punishment of all then-

Miki: Eiji-san, right?

Eiji: What do you want?

Miki: Please take back what you just said.

Eiji: Look, this is just my opinion. Also, don't you think that all murderers and criminals in general should rot-

Miki: My brother is not a murderer.

Eiji: W-what does that have to do with your brother?!

Miki: My brother is not a murderer, my brother is not a murderer, my brother is not-

Hinode: Calm down, Miki-san. I assure you, your brother will be fine.

Hinode: .. You really saved him.

Miki: W-what was that?

Arisu: His victim was Kitami Chise, his classmate.

Arisu: Akio-san recently started attending an elite high school thanks to his parents' hard work. He immediately tried to impress his classmates and teachers with his intelligence and he was successful. He quickly started to become very popular.

Arisu: And he also quickly became friends with his another classmate, Saito Arata, who also was the headmaster's son.

Akio: ...

Arisu: Akio-san was very happy with his reputation until a new student showed up. That student was Chise-san.

Arisu: Chise-san started to become more and more popular which Akio-san did not like. Akio-san didn't understand why someone like Chise-san could be more loved and respected by his classmates, considering that he had not the best grades, wasn't the most intelligent student there and it overall seemed like he "didn't deserve to attend that school".

Arisu: Akio-san had no idea that Chise-san was loved because of his kindness and him wanting his classmates to stop being so hard on themselves and start taking care of themselves.

Arisu: Akio-san started to get tired of Chise-san's popularity and he did have thoughts about possibly killing him, but he wasn't sure about it at first. After a certain event, however, he finally decided that Chise-san deserved to die.

Arisu: Interestingly enough, he still didn't want to kill Chise-san in a brutal and painful way. Even though he was okay with torturing him.

Arisu: Akio-san decided on a murder method, which was supposed to be hanging.

Arisu: One day, Akio-san and Arata-san invited Chise-san to hang out with them after classes. He gladly agreed, thinking that they have finally accepted them as their friend.

Arisu: They all wanted to go to Arata's house and spend the night there since his parents weren't home and they could do whatever they wanted.

Arisu: It was rather late when they arrived and then, Arata-san knocked Chise-san out and carried him to the basement where Chise-san would later die.

Arisu: When Chise-san finally woke up, he already had a rope tied around his neck. Not enough to strangle him, but just enough to let him know that he's not going to make it out alive.

Arisu: Akio-san started to torture him by asking him all kinds of questions, making fun of Chise-san's "low intelligence" and said that they'll kill him if he keeps getting the questions wrong.

Arisu: When Chise-san failed too many times, Akio-san ordered Arata-san to move the stool Chise-san was standing on.

Arisu: Arata-san did exactly that, but then, something went horribly wrong.

Arisu: Chise-san's neck was supposed to break. It didn't.

Arisu: Chise-san died of strangulation. He tried to get the rope off his neck, but it didn't work.

Arisu: He was supposed to die instantly, but.. some time definitely passed before he finally died.

Arisu: Akio-san was in charge of the planning meanwhile Arata-san was in charge of the execution.

Arisu: That means, Arata-san was the one responsible for killing Chise-san in the wrong way.

Arisu: However, Akio-san was the one who came up with the murder in the first place. Arata-san was definitely the one who encouraged it, but Akio-san was brought here because if it wasn't for him acting up on his thoughts, Chise-san would most likely still be alive.

Rana: Though honestly, with a guy like Arata around, I can't imagine Chise's life being that long.

Arisu: Ahem.

Arisu: Miyagawa Akio-san's verdict combination is..

Arisu: Guilty, Innocent, Innocent.

Arisu: According to this Milgram's verdict system, he will be able to come back home safely with all his memories intact while other people forget about his crime and his victim's existence.

Arisu: Congratulations, Akio-san. You may speak now.

Akio: ...

(sound of Akio falling on his knees)

Akio: H-how did they..

Akio: How did they.. know..

Akio: *crying* How did they know.. all of this..

Akio: .. I-I have a question.

Arisu: What is it, Akio-san?

Akio: .. Will.. my accomplice also.. forget about my crime?

Arisu: Yes. Even though he was involved, he is not the Milgram prisoner.

Arisu: He will not remember anything about the murder you two committed and he will not remember Chise-san ever existing.

Akio: ...

Akio: Haha..

Akio: .. How will I be able to look him in the eyes after that..

Eiji: .. That guy is literally evil.

Eiji: Doing all that just because his classmate was more popular than him?

Eiji: Those guards are way too nice. They forgave him twice, when I wouldn't be able to forgive him even once.

Hinode: ...

Miki: W-well, at least it looks like he feels guilty about it. Who knows, maybe he will change.

Miki: ".. Why is that pink-haired girl looking at me like that?"

Rana: Now, let's talk about the second prisoner, shall we?

Rana: Arisu, would you like to tell us about her crime as well? I promise, I'll be the one who talks about the next two prisoners.

Arisu: .. Of course.

Arisu: Prisoner 002, Hanasaki Aimi-san. 16 years old, a high school student.

Eiji: Another high school student?! What's wrong with kids these days..

Miki: You don't look that old yourself, Eiji-san.

Eiji: I-I'm still older than them though. I was supposed to go to college this year..

Eiji: .. W-what stopped me from going to college?..

Eiji: Why can't I remember-

Arisu: Her victim was Hanasaki Misao, her older brother, and she was also related to the deaths of her classmates.

Miki: "S-she killed both her brother AND her classmates??"

Arisu: Hanasaki Aimi-san comes from quite a rich family. She was used to getting whatever she wanted, so when she wasn't able to make friends at her new school, she felt.. confused.

Arisu: She continued to try to make her classmates like her. She bought them gifts, she was as kind to them as she could be, but she still couldn't buy their friendship.

Arisu: Aimi-san.. wasn't happy about it at all.

Arisu: And one day, Aimi-san snapped.

Arisu: She started acting more rude, she started breaking down in front of her classmates, she started to blame them for everything, she tried everything to make them feel bad for her and force them to become her friends.

Arisu: Her classmates.. did not like it.

Arisu: At first they were scared, but then they started to fight back. Some of the things they did were valid and understandable, but some of the things they did were.. a bit too cruel.

Arisu: We're not here to decide if Aimi-san really was a victim of bullying or she was just being too.. dramatic.

Arisu: But Aimi-san's older brother, Misao-san, certainly did see her as a victim of bullying.

Arisu: Misao-san was tired of Aimi-san's classmates treating her this way. He was so tired that he thought it would be better if they all just died.

Arisu: So he decided to take care of them. Just like a good older brother would.

Arisu: Aimi-san's family owned a popular amusement park. Lately some of the rides there started to behave in a strange way and they definitely needed to be fixed.

Arisu: Aimi-san's parents, however, refused to solve this problem.

Rana: Even though they were so rich, they still didn't want to close the park even for a short period of time..

Rana: Heh, I feel like they treated their kids the same way. Seriously, why couldn't they send both of them to therapy?

Arisu: Misao-san knew about it and he paid the workers so that they continued to act like everything was fine. Then he told Aimi-san about his plan and.. she agreed.

Arisu: Aimi-san did not like her brother, but she also did not like her classmates. And if she had to choose, she would prefer to get rid of her classmates first.

Arisu: Aimi-san invited her classmates to that park and they agreed, forgetting about how much they hated Aimi-san and how scared they were of her.

Arisu: Aimi-san also made sure to tell them that the rides that weren't working properly were the most fun ones.

Arisu: .. Aimi-san's classmates died on those rides.

Arisu: Some of them fell off, some of them got crushed, some of them lived longer than the others, but eventually ended up dying due to blood loss.

Arisu: It was.. a tragedy.

Arisu: After all of them died, Misao-san went to comfort his sister who found her classmates' corpses too scary to look at, and at first she accepted the hug..

Arisu: But then she stabbed him with a knife Misao-san gave her to protect herself or kill some of the classmates herself if she wanted to.

Arisu: After that, Aimi-san left Misao-san to bleed out. She was able to leave the park in the middle of the chaos.

Rana: That girl must've been completely covered in blood after all of this.. How was she able to just walk around like that?

Arisu: Hanasaki Aimi-san's verdict combination is..

Arisu: Innocent, Innocent, Guilty.

Arisu: According to this Milgram's verdict system, she will be punished either physically or psychologically and she will be sent back home after that. She will not get any help or treatment.

Arisu: Congratulations, Aimi-san. You may speak now.

Miki: "H-her expression was completely emotionless the whole time.. She just kept staring at me.."

Aimi: ...

Aimi: Will I.. get punished after everyone's verdicts get revealed?

Arisu: Correct.

Aimi: .. I-I see. That's good, haha..

Aimi: .. Is it okay if I spend some time with the prisoners before my punishment?

Aimi: I-I know that I will miss them a lot when I go home, so I just-

Arisu: No.

Aimi: ...

Aimi: .. The fuck you mean by that?

Arisu: You are not allowed to spend time with the prisoners after everyone's verdicts get revealed. You will be punished right after we're done with all the prisoners.

Aimi: ...

Aimi: N-no..

Aimi: B-but I thought-

Aimi: .. I HATE YOU!

Aimi: I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, AND MOST OF ALL, I HATE YOU, MIKI!

Miki: M-me?!

Aimi: DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DON'T REMEMBER ME!

Miki: BUT I LITERALLY DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!

Aimi: ...

Aimi: .. H-haha..

Akio: .. What were you planning, Hanasaki?

Aimi: Huh?

Akio: Admit it, you didn't just want to hang out with us because we're friends or something like that.

Akio: What did you want from us?

Aimi: .. I thought..

Aimi: .. M-maybe it'd be possible for us to..

Aimi: Watch our videos together.. somehow..

Aimi: Like maybe the people in charge would allow us..

Aimi: A-and I hoped that watching our murders happen right in front of our eyes would..

Aimi: Drive us all.. to the point of-

Aimi: Ahaha...

Aimi: Come on, wouldn't it be better if we all just died-

(sound of Aimi getting slapped)

Akio: .. You're insane.

Akio: How would that even work?! Did you even think about the possibility of us not being able to watch our videos?!

Akio: A-and why did you even want us all to die?..

Aimi: ...

Aimi:Because you refused to be friends with me.

Aimi: You all either ignored me or felt sorry for me, but you haven't even tried to actually become friends with me.

Aimi: .. Except you, Akio-kun.

Aimi: Akio-kun.. you still like me, right?

Akio: L-leave me alone.

Akio: Don't even.. look at me.

Akio: You stopped talking to me right after I started to get better.

Akio: You're.. disgusting.

Aimi: ...

Rana: Oh no, what a sad little breakup.

Rana: Anyway, time for me to talk about these prisoners' horrible, horrible sins! Yay!

Eiji: .. How old is this "goddess", by the way?

Miki: "Why did that girl know my name?.."

Miki: ".. Hinode-san is very quiet right now.."

Miki: "I wonder if he knows more than he's letting on-"

Rana: Okayyy, so who's the next one?

Rana: Oh, right, right, that guy.

Rana: Prisoner 003, Ishizu Shun. 24 years old, a fast food worker.

Rana: Hmm, where do I even start? This guy has been kinda weird since the very beginning.

Rana: So, Shun had only one victim.. Well, that's what the guards thought at first.

Rana: But reality was more complicated than that. Though honestly, I actually think it makes more sense than him just having only one victim.

Rana: Shun's victims were Inaba Hina, his so-called "ex-girlfriend" and Egawa Jouhei, her "new boyfriend".

Rana: Shun always dreamed of having a girlfriend, but he knew that most women would never be interested in him. And honestly, maybe he'd be fine with it at least for some time. At least he has dating sims, right?

Rana: Well, his parents had a different opinion.

Rana: Shun got into a really bad argument with his parents one day and they said that he should "find someone already". They wanted Shun to have a family, they wanted grandchildren already since they knew that their own child is a failure, so maybe at least his children will be good enough for them?

Rana: Shun, who was already so sick and tired of his parents, panicked and.. decided to lie.

Rana: He lied and said that he already has a girlfriend. Well.. more like "had".

Rana: His parents told them to "get her back" so that they could believe him. Shun had to act quick.

Rana: Shun's memory started to get worse and worse with every single day and it was already bad, so him having to lie to his parents and all the stress just completely.. ruined it. Shun was getting closer and closer to becoming a shell of his former self-

Rana: Ah.. well, maybe he never had his own "self" to begin with. Maybe a new "self" started to form instead.

Rana: And then, one night he got another call from his mother and he got so angry that he just threw his phone on the ground and he was about to go home, but then..

Rana: Hina picked up his phone and gave it to him.

Rana: Shun became obsessed with Hina. He needed to know everything about her. He needed to know everything about the only person who treated him like a normal human being, even if it was a basic act of kindness and nothing more.

Rana: To Hina, that act of kindness was something she'd forget tomorrow. To Shun, that act of kindness was basically Hina confessing her love for him.

Rana: Shun found more information about her. He found out her name, age, occupation, even the names of family members. To do that, he had to do what he turned out to be surprisingly good at, which was lying.

Rana: Shun lied and pretended to be Hina's ex-boyfriend who just returned to this town and wanted to see her again.

Rana: People liked him a lot when he acted like that. They trusted him enough to tell her everything about Hina, having no idea that they were telling all that to a random person who just happened to be very interested in Hina.

Rana: No wonder Shun eventually started to believe he really was Hina's ex-boyfriend.

Rana: I mean, people trusted him so much and for some reason Hina didn't talk to him anymore even though she helped him that night..

Rana: But aside from all Hina's personal info, he also found out something he did not like at all.

Rana: .. Hina started dating someone new.

Rana: That someone was Egawa Jouhei, a guy who acted cold and rude on the outside, but actually genuinely cared about Hina and even though they argued a lot, they really did love each other.

Rana: Of course, Shun couldn't just let that guy treat Hina like that, even if they weren't dating anymore!

Rana: So eventually, Shun decided that the only way he can protect Hina is by simply.. eliminating his rival.

Rana: Shun stole Hina's phone while he was stalking her and texted Jouhei and lied again and claimed to be Hina herself this time. He said that Hina went to visit a friend and asked him to go to that friend's apartment building to get her.

Rana: That friend's apartment building was the same building where Shun lived.

Rana: Shun was getting ready to meet his rival in person, but he was so focused on Jouhei that he forgot one thing.

Rana: Hina actually could go to that building because her grandma lived there. And while she had no friends living there, she could go to visit her grandma.

Rana: And Shun just turned out to be particularly unlucky that day because Hina actually did go to that building and his lie turned out to be partially true. Who knows, maybe if he remembered that Hina was supposed to come there, he would've ended up only with one victim. So much stalking and trying to get to know her better and for what?

Rana: Shun.. well, he had a breakdown.

Rana: He started to beg Hina to come back to him and he promised that he will treat her better than Jouhei.

Rana: And Hina reacted like a normal person. She didn't recognize him and got scared.

Rana: And again, Shun had to act quick. He knocked Jouhei out, and while Hina was too terrified to speak, he forced her to walk into his apartment.

Rana: He knew he shouldn't waste any of his time, so he went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and stabbed Jouhei while he was unconscious. He also still tried to convince Hina that they really used to be a couple, but when Shun realized that Hina really does not know him..

Rana: He stabbed her with the same knife in a state of pure rage and despair.

Rana: That apartment building wasn't.. the best place. Most of the people who lived there either came back there only closer to nighttime or were just as weird as Shun.

Rana: Or, they were as old as Hina's grandma and their hearing wasn't that good.

Rana: So even if Hina did scream, nobody either heard it or cared enough to check what was going on.

Rana: And after Shun was done..

Rana: He did not get rid of the bodies. He was not in a mental state to care about it. If he got rid of them, he'd probably lose his mind completely, if he hasn't already.

Rana: And he also knew that most of the people there wouldn't care about it as well. If they did notice anything, like the smell, he could just come up with a lie.

Rana: Since again, it turned out that he's actually very good at telling those.

Rana: Wow, that was a long one! I wonder if the guards were able to figure all of this stuff out. I have a feeling his videos made his crime look a bit different.

Rana: Ishizu Shun's verdict combination is..

Rana: Innocent, Guilty, Guilty.

Rana: According to this Milgram's verdict system, he will be able to come back to the outside world safely, but him being a murderer will become known to everyone and it will be up to the outside world to judge him.

Rana: Yay, yay, congrats, Shun, you're going home! You can speak now, by the way!

Shun: ...

Shun: .. Ehehe..

Shun: I have.. the same verdict combination.. as Eiko-san..

Shun: Ehehe.. It's like we're matching..

Eiji: "Eiko-san"? Who the hell is that? His new girlfriend or something?

Eiji: Oh, that blonde girl just gave me a weird look.

Miki: "Do we.. no, it can't be.."

Miki: "D-do these prisoners know who we are?.."

Miki: "I-if that's the case.. How do they know us?"

Miki: "If that woman looked at Eiji-san after he mentioned "Eiko-san", then.."

Miki: "Maybe that woman is Eiko-san?.."

Shun: Hey, Eiko-san, does that mean we'll be going home together? I'm so happy!..

Shun: We'll get married right after that, right? I-I don't care if people will find out about our crimes, I just want to be with you! I want to spend the rest of my life with you!

Shun: A-and then we'll have kids and my parents will finally leave me alone, haha..

Shun: Eiko-san?.. Why are you so quiet?..

Shun: Haha, come on, you don't have to act so shy with me-

Arisu: Shun-san, Eiko-san is currently not able to speak. Her verdict hasn't been announced yet.

Shun: W-who cares about what will happen to us when we leave this place! Everyone here already knows their verdicts, that guard told us everything!

Shun: I want to hear Eiko-san's voice again. Please, can I hear her voice again?..

Arisu: Your verdicts have consequences and you have the right to know about those consequences-

Shun: I DON'T CARE ABOUT THOSE CONSEQUENCES, JUST GIVE EIKO-SAN BACK TO ME!

Shun: .. Eiko-san..

Shun: .. Why are you still looking at that guy?..

Shun: Come on, I'm right here. I'm so much better than him, right?

Eiko: ...

Shun: ...

Shun: .. Why is it always the mean guys?..

Shun: I-I actually try to be nice to women, u-unlike Jouhei a-and..

Shun: W-what was that guard's name?..

Shun: E-Eiji-

Eiji: !

Eiji: Did he just-

Miki: .. Hinode-san, do these prisoners know us?

Hinode: ...

Miki: Hinode-san, please answer me-

Rana: Okayyyy, time for the fourth prisoner's crime! Man, this lady is a cruel one.

Rana: Prisoner 004, Chiba Naomi. 30 years old, an elementary school teacher.

Rana: *gasps* Even elementary school teachers can kill?! Don't tell me she killed her own student-

Rana: Oh, right, that's exactly what happened.

Rana: Her victim was Akasaki Tao, her own student. He was only 10 years old.

Rana: Naomi is a weird woman. She's 30 years old, but she still feels like a kid who needs to do everything she can to make her parents happy.

Rana: Her mother in particular.

Rana: Her murder is a simple one, so talking about it won't take much time.

Rana: Tao was a very mean kid. He treated everyone horribly, both his classmates and his teachers. He especially hated Naomi..

Rana: Well, at least he acted like it.

Rana: And Naomi just couldn't take it, because Tao liked to say things that she hated to hear because she knew that Tao was right. Tao never hesitated to call her out. He knew just how much Naomi doesn't want to be hated and that Naomi's intentions weren't always the best and sometimes she was kind to her students just because it felt nice to be admired by someone.

Rana: Sure, it probably doesn't sound that serious, but this kept happening almost every single day. No wonder it ended up driving Naomi insane.

Rana: One evening, Naomi was about to leave school and her mother decided to pay her a visit. She did that quite often, to check up on Naomi's mental state. She actually didn't trust Naomi that much and she was sure she will end up hurting at least one of her students one day. And.. she turned out to be right all along.

Rana: They had another argument and that one was particularly bad and Naomi couldn't even reply to her mother anymore and she just walked to her car and tried to leave as soon as she could. It also started raining.

Rana: It kept raining and it was starting to get harder for Naomi to drive and she couldn't see the road that well.

Rana: And then, she saw a silhouette. That silhouette was Tao, who was on the way home, but he actually wasn't in that much of a hurry because he wanted to make his parents worry about him more.

Rana: And even though Naomi did see a silhouette right in front of her and it seemed kind of familiar.. She just kept going.

Rana: It's hard to say if she did it on purpose or it was an accident. Her brain was not working properly at all when it happened.

Rana: When it did happen, Naomi walked out of the car for a moment, saw that it was Tao, noticed that there wasn't anyone else around and then.. simply went right back into the car and left.

Rana: She just couldn't do anything at that moment. She couldn't force herself to care about him.

Rana: Which is a shame. Who knows, maybe he didn't actually die instantly and he still could be saved-

Arisu: I want to ask you not to lie when discussing the prisoners' murders.

Arisu: Tao-san did, in fact, die instantly when Naomi-san ran him over. She could not do anything about it.

Arisu: Please, don't say such things just to make prisoners feel even more guilty.

Arisu: Or.. make their situations sound more ambiguous.

Rana: Haha, sorry, sorry, Arisu, I won't do it anymore.

Rana: I just.. wanted to make this more fun, that's all.

Rana: Anyway, after that, not many people felt sorry for Tao, especially his classmates who were bullied by him and hated the way he treated Naomi.

Rana: His parents also turned out to be abusive and they tried to frame everything as if it was Tao's fault and that he was just not careful enough.

Rana: And to make Naomi's situation worse, his parents themselves talked to her because she was his teacher and because he actually liked her a lot, and they let her read his diary to learn more about him.

Rana: And this is how Naomi found out that the child she hated so much actually admired her and they also had so much in common.

Rana: Chiba Naomi's verdict combination is...

Rana: Innocent, Guilty, Guilty.

Rana: According to this Milgram's verdict system, she will be able to come back to the outside world safely, but her being a murderer will become known to everyone and it will be up to the outside world to judge her.

Rana: Congrats, Naomi! You can speak now.

Naomi: ...

Eiji: This woman.. killed a child? And she's a teacher too?

Eiji: Just how bad are their murders going to get?..

Eiji: Though considering that the next prisoner is.. him..

Eiji: I have a feeling it's just going to get worse.

Miki: ".. I hope this woman stayed away from Marito this whole time."

Rana: Come on, Naomi, don't you have anything to say? Aren't you excited to go back home?

Naomi: ...

Naomi: .. Everyone knows I'm the one who killed him anyway.

Naomi: I won't get punished for it because my parents won't allow it.

Naomi: .. Haha..

Naomi: .. Don't worry. I'll make sure I'll still get punished in the end.

Naomi: I accept the guards' judgement. They were just doing their job.

Miki: Hold on, what is she going to do-

Rana: Anyway, Arisu, wanna talk about the next pair of prisoners? These two are sure interesting.

Arisu: As you wish.

Arisu: Prisoner 005, Sanada Kei. 25 years old, a photographer.

Eiji: ...

Kei: ...

Miki: Eiji-san, does that man look familiar to you?

Eiji: .. Why do you care?

Miki: Well, one of those prisoners is my little brother, so I thought that maybe you and me have the same.. problem.

Miki: I'm sure you must be very worried about your-

Eiji: Again, why do you care?

Eiji: This is none of your business. Leave me alone. And stop assuming things, it's not like I'm your friend or something.

Miki: ...

Miki: I-I understand. Sorry.

Arisu: Sanada Kei is one of the most unique cases here. He was already involved in some definitely not legal activities before his actual murder happened, but we want to remind everyone here that Kei-san was brought to Milgram because of his murder and not what he did before.

Arisu: His victims were Takagi Rinka, Inagaki Norika, Hatano Mioka, Nagayama Sayaka and Mizuno Kae, all women in their twenties.

Arisu: However, those "not legal activities" Kei-san was involved in are very important if you want to understand his crime better, so I think I should mention them.

Arisu: Kei-san worked for his father's friend, who made Kei-san take photos of people who went through all kinds of torture. The photos were later sold to people who might have interest in them for one reason or another.

Arisu: Some of those people were criminals as well, meanwhile some of those people simply.. took pleasure in seeing the results of those acts.

Arisu: Kei-san did not accept this job because of financial problems, but rather because he was genuinely interested in it and he enjoyed it more than his own employer.

Arisu: But that wasn't the only secret Kei-san had to keep.

Arisu: His other secret was his relationship with Mikazuki Ruka, a 21 year old unemployed man he.. kind of kidnapped.

Arisu: The "kidnapping" was consensual, and Ruka-san actually wanted Kei-san to keep him locked up, and even when Kei-san tortured him in various ways, he went along with it.

Arisu: The nature of their relationship was ambiguous, but Kei-san believed that he was truly in love with Ruka-san, and..

Arisu: Even though Kei-san had a feeling that his friends won't approve their relationship, he still wanted to introduce Ruka-san to them.

Arisu: That.. did not go well.

Arisu: Kei-san's friends were shocked, disgusted, angry.. The only reason why police wasn't involved was because Kei-san threatened them not to tell anyone else about it.

Arisu: After that, Kei-san completely stopped talking to his friend group and tried to focus on Ruka-san and his work. He still had a strong fear that something could happen to Ruka-san while he was away though.

Arisu: Kei-san tried to convince himself that his friends reacted like that because they had something against him dating a man, but even Ruka-san himself knew and tried to explain to Kei-san that his sexuality wasn't the problem, but rather the fact that Kei-san didn't bother to cover up any signs of torture that Ruka-san went through.

Arisu: Kei-san didn't want to admit it, and he wanted to believe that his way of showing love was "perfect" and that he wasn't "weird" or "scary".

Arisu: Shortly after that, Kei-san came up with a "revenge plan" and decided to invite his friends' girlfriends to his house. He knew that those women were always more interested in him rather than his friends, and he knew that they will gladly come to pay him a visit.

Arisu: Obviously, he wasn't planning to let them get out of this alive.

Arisu: Everything went fine at first, but eventually, one of the five women found out about one of Kei-san's secrets, which was his other job. Kei-san rarely had guests, so he never tried that hard to hide the photos he had saved from his job.

Arisu: Naturally, one of the women was able to find the photos and.. her reaction was easy to predict.

Arisu: All women panicked when they saw the photos, and they thought that Kei-san will do something similar to them, and.. They weren't exactly wrong.

Arisu: They knew that they had to protect themselves, so they suddenly attacked Kei-san, who still didn't know that they found the photos, and tried to do something, anything, to make sure he couldn't hurt them or even touch them in any way.

Arisu: .. It escalated very quickly, and soon enough, their attempts at self-defense turned into something Kei-san initially planned to do to them: torture.

Arisu: Some of the women wanted Kei-san to "feel the pain his victims had to go through", some of them believed that he deserved it and that it was true justice, meanwhile some of them just enjoyed seeing Kei-san in this state.

Arisu: One of the women, Kae-san, didn't approve it though, but she didn't do anything to stop them and simply watched. It's hard to say if she was simply afraid or she secretly enjoyed it as well.

Arisu: At some point, Kei-san couldn't take it anymore, but he didn't know what he could do to stop them. He wasn't that physically strong, and they definitely outnumbered him.

Arisu: .. And that's when Ruka-san finally came out of the room he was hiding in and went to check up on Kei-san. And the women saw him.

Arisu: They were too shocked to do anything, so Kei-san immediately took advantage of their reaction.

Arisu: His first victim was Norika-san, who he stabbed repeatedly with a knife she tortured him with.

Arisu: After that, the women started to run away, and he noticed how slow Sayaka-san was compared to all the others and she wasn't able to leave the room as fast as them, so he smothered her with a pillow that was lying on the floor.

Arisu: Kei-san was bleeding, and he was in a terrible condition, but he still decided to chase after the others and Ruka-san helped him out.

Arisu: Ruka-san was the one who gave him the rope Kei-san was able to choke Rinka-san with, and he also was the one who broke a mirror in one of the rooms, so that Kei-san could use the shards to leave many cuts on Mioka-san's body and leave her to bleed out.

Arisu: Finally, together they locked Kae-san up in a bathroom and she got drowned in a bathtub that was already full when they got there, most likely because Ruka-san was the one who prepared it. She didn't resist.

Arisu: All of Kei-san's friends' girlfriends were killed in one single night. They didn't tell their boyfriends where they were going for obvious reasons, so even if they suspected Kei-san, they needed real evidence to prove that he was behind the disappearances.

Arisu: Sanada Kei's verdict combination is..

Arisu: Guilty, Innocent, Guilty.

Arisu: According to this Milgram's verdict system, he will be able to come back to the outside world safely, but-

Arisu: .. Ah. My apologies. I forgot that Kei-san is a special case in more ways than one.

Arisu: According to this Milgram's verdict system, he should..

Arisu: Become the executioner.

Eiji: Wh-

Arisu: Congratulations, Kei-san. You may speak now.

Kei: .. Hey, what was that just now?

Kei: B-become the executioner?.. What does that mean?

Arisu: The.. ahem, the Goddess of this Milgram thinks you are the most fitting prisoner for this job.

Rana: Yup, that's right! I don't wanna let Kei leave, he's way too fun!

Rana: Like, you don't care about the others at all. You killed so many women in just one night. Your only "true love" was a guy you tortured every single day.

Rana: All prisoners here suck, but I feel like you just weren't made for the outside world.

Rana: You were made for Milgram.

Rana: You will be the one in charge of punishing the prisoners who got certain verdict combinations and..

Rana: Who knows, maybe you'll punish a guard or two as well.

Miki: "A guard or two?.."

Miki: Wait, but what did the guards do-

Eiji: NO!

Eiji: You know you can't do that, right? This-

Eiji: He's literally a murderer! Why are you letting him be the one in charge of punishing others?!

Eiji: If you need anyone, you can just ask me-

Rana: We already kinda did that, Eiji. It didn't work as planned.

Eiji: .. Huh?

Kei: .. Haha..

Eiji: .. Kei..

Eiji: You're not going to accept this job, right? Like, you're going to go back to the outside world and you're going to accept your punishment, right?

Eiji: KEI, LOOK AT ME!

Kei: .. I don't know, Eiji.

Kei: I love Ruka, I really do. I would do anything to see him again.

Kei: And I really do like my job.. Both of them, of course, haha.

Kei: And I don't want to hurt the other prisoners in any way, since honestly, some of them have become.. really important to me, no matter what that girl said about me "not caring about the others" or whatever.

Kei: .. But also, I don't wanna get punished again.

Kei: You know what being tortured by those girls felt like? It sucked.

Eiji: Of course I know, do you think I forgot everything you did to me-

Kei: I really thought I was going to die that night, haha. Ruka really saved me back there.

Kei: So, Eiji..

Kei: This is an offer a disgusting criminal and a dirty coward like me could never refuse.

Kei: And if you're one of the guards I have to punish..

Kei: Haha, don't worry, I'll take very good care of you.

#🎤 voice dramas! 🎤#🗡️guard 001: sanada eiji 🗡️#🌼guard 002: andou miki 🌼#❤️‍🩹 guard 003: kuroki hinode ❤️‍🩹#👑prisoner 001: miyagawa akio👑#🌸prisoner 002: hanasaki aimi🌸#💔prisoner 003: ishizu shun 💔#🌿prisoner 004: chiba naomi🌿#🍓prisoner 005: sanada kei 🍓#others are mentioned as well but i don't have the energy to tag them #milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram

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punsmaster69 · 11 months ago

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4/FEB/20XX

"OKAY, SO YOU WON'T GO OUT..."

"BUT THAT DOESN'T STOP ME FROM INVITING EVERYONE ELSE HERE! NYEHEHEHE!!"

feeling better, but didn't wanna go out anywhere public today. didn't feel like being around strangers, so papyrus just invited all our friends here.

they're doing karaoke.

right now frisk is belting...

"NEEEVERRMINDD I DON'T WANNA KNOoOOWW~!"

...something.

i don't recognize most of the songs they've queued up, but it's entertaining to see who can hit high notes. equally entertaining is seeing who can 𝗻𝗼𝘁 hit high notes, instead hitting voice cracks.

they powered through it, but flowey certainly didn't let them live it down afterwards.

"It's a hard one to get, okay?!"

"HA! Puberty voice."

"I am not 'puberty voice'!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"That was the voice crack of the century!"

"It wasn't THAT bad-"

"Would you really rather blame it on your skill rather than something else?"

"....Nevermind. I think it was puberty voice."

flowey snorted. frisk shot him a dirty look.

"I'd like to see you do better, petalface."

he cackled.

"Absolutely not!"

"Why? Ya scared?"

"You think I wanna participate in the ear-destroyance party here?"

"Bok bok bok."

"No way in hell am I singing!"

"CHICKEEE-"

"Children."

toriel gave them a stern mother look™ and the two quieted immediately.

"Be nice."

"Frisk, you did wonderfully."

"Thank you."

they gave a smug look to flowey. he rolled his eyes.

——

"nah."

"Why not?"

frisk pouted.

"i'm monotone while 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴. you really think my singing's any better?"

"I would at least like to hear you try."

tori gave me a gentle smile.

"speaking of things i'm not good at, trying's one of those."

"If you duet with Papyrus, nobody'll even be able to hear you."

flowey motioned to my brother, who was queueing more songs with undyne and alphys.

"Aw. A bros duet would be cute."

"Please, Sans?"

"........"

(sigh.)

"papyrus. you wanna duet something with me?"

socket widening.

"R-REALLY?!"

"yeah."

"ABSOLUTELY!!"

"you pick the song."

——

The low notes of Sans' voice balance against his brother's in a nice way.

His eyes keep meeting with my own, and it feels more and more intentional with each time.

But, perhaps not, as he snaps his eyelights elsewhere the moment he realizes the contact is happening...

Sans certainly seems to be leaning on the fact that his brother is so powerful with singing to cover up his own.

I understand. The only time I myself have sung much tonight is behind Frisk's voice.

Everyone in the room seems to be stunned by how well the two skeletons performed.

Frisk is requesting for Sans to do a song alone, and he's simply shaking his head in response.

"nope. one's good enough for me."

A part of me wishes to ask for a solo from Sans as well, but we have already pressured him into one.

Ah, well.

Perhaps some other day.

I suppose I should return this now.

——

it's definitely an anime song that alphys, undyne and papyrus are shouting together.

noticed flowey nodding off during all this. somehow.

"(He stayed up late last night.)"

"(doin' what?)"

"(Playing a game.)"

flowey jolted back awake with a particularly loud lyric shout from undyne. an annoyed look was shot, but he didn't say anything.

i swapped seats to be right next to him. he gave me a dubious glance.

"What?"

"i'm going to bed early."

"Congrats. You want a big send-off or something? I'll get the fanfare started."

"kinda looks like you should go to bed, too."

"....."

"I don't look like I need ANYTHING."

"my door's pretty good at soundproofing for the most part."

"..Fine. Just to get away from this ruckus and save my hearing."

he didn't seem as irritated with being set on my nightstand as i thought he would be. flowey might've even fallen asleep before i did.

#undertale #journal #sans #papyrus #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans #frisk #toriel #undyne #alphys #flowey #soriel #sans x toriel

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ladylooch · 2 years ago

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Loving & Leaving- Part 4

Visit the series page here.

A/N: Now, we are seeing a shift for our little “non- lovers”. And that’s all I’m gonna say about that 😘 Thank you so much for your love and support on this one. It’s been dreamy and exciting!

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Swearing, lots of vomit talk, pregnancy, angst.

The month of December is hell on earth for event planners. Between your own personal celebrations leading up to the holidays and your client's, you never have a moment to yourself. I’ve seen the inside of my house for a maximum of two hours since I returned back from America. The other times I’ve been there its falling into a pile of exhaustion on my bed before my alarm goes off to do it all over again. My work weeks have transitioned into 70+ hours. At least I know there is light at the end of this tunnel when I return to New Jersey with my parents on Tuesday.

Then, I’ll be able to spend time with them and… hopefully Timo, depending on if I can slip away or not. Communication between the two of us has been limited the last two weeks. I’ve responded to his texts and we have shared a few brief phone calls. At least he’s understanding and supportive. It helps that his season is ramping up and requires a majority of his focus.

We send pictures and TikTok’s, but I haven’t responded to those in five days. I’ve missed every one of his FaceTime calls this week too. Despite my admitted history, I am honestly not avoiding him. The grind of the holiday season is simply catching up with me. I find myself falling asleep the moment I sit down on my couch with a glass of wine. When I’m awake, I feel so overwhelmed that even keeping up with my friends and family here is disappearing from my never ending list. I’m overwhelmed, nearing burn out and honestly, sick. So sick. The last three days, my body has seemingly rejecting all this stress with a nausea I can’t seem to shake.

Which brings me to where I am now, puking, knees quivering on the tiled bathroom floor of an event center for the third time in three days. It’s my last event before Christmas and I’ve spent more time in the bathroom tonight than anywhere else. This is a different kind of sick. It feels like my body is purging everything I put into it before I can get any sort of benefit from it. All I ate was a piece of bread, fast, while rushing back from a dessert emergency in the kitchen. I barely got the last bite down before I was sprinting back to the bathroom.

“What is wrong with me?” I moan, laying the side of my head against the stall. I move to wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. I rest my forearm into my breast and groan at the tenderness. Awareness begins to seep into my thoughts. “No. This is not happening.” I whisper to the empty bathroom.

The door swings open and I grimace, not wanting to have any of the guests of my high-end client hear me. I thought I would have some time alone with the speaking part of the program under way.

“Em, are you okay?” Rhea, my assistant and long-time friend, asks.

“Um.” I pause, pressing the back of my hand furthering into my wet lips. My stomach lurches and I vomit again. I can hear Rhea sigh outside of the stall.

“This isn’t like you.” She says what we are both thinking. I’m rarely sick. This is new. “I’ll be back.” She calls before leaving the bathroom. I sit on my knees, eyes screwed shut, spitting into the toilet. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, seeing Timo’s FaceTime call. I can’t answer that right now. Not when I think… I won’t let myself even finish the thought.

Rhea returns, kicking a pink, pregnancy test box under the stall. The woman on the front grins joyfully. I can’t say I feel the same. I consider denying that I need one of these, but Rhea and I spoke this morning about how weird my cycle has been. I had my period a few weeks ago, but it was almost non-existent. I chalked it up to stress, except… now I’m sick.

“How do you just have one of these?” I mumble, hating that we are both on the same page.

“At some point, these things are like strips of gum in your purse.”

We fall quiet.

“This is a low moment for me.” I mutter, ripping the box open. “Taking a… test at a client event is so embarrassing.” I work my way to sitting on the toilet.

“You need to be able to eliminate this.” She responds, leaning against the bathroom door. I scowl, hearing my phone vibrate against the toilet paper dispenser. I know that’s him again. So does Rhea. He has the same routine. Calls three times and leaves a message on the third. “Interesting timing. At least you'll know who’s baby it is.” I glare at the stall door as I snap the cap of the test back on.

“Can I have a minute here?” Guilt squeezes my throat at how unfriendly my tone sounds. My whole world seems up in the air right now and I just need her to stop talking.

But the absence of Rhea’s voice makes my phone vibrating louder until it feels like it’s rattling between my ears. A ping echos in the bathroom signaling a voicemail. I grab my phone, listening to his message.

“Hey Em… uh, it’s me again. Look, I know you’re busy but I’m going to be honest this feels like you’re kinda ignoring me. Did I do something? Or… *heavy sigh* I don’t know. Can you just call me? I miss you. We play tonight, but call me.. I’ll pick up. Just… I want to know you’re okay. Bye.”

My bottom lip trembles at the sound of his voice. No. I am not okay, sitting on the floor of this bathroom, trying not to puke again at the reality of the test in my hand. Worried tears build as I sense the two minutes pass. I know the test is ready, can feel it in my shaking hands and the passing of another song from the band beyond this room.

I move my fingers and die at the distinct plus sign that greets me.

“Fuck.” I cry, throwing the test down on the floor. It bounces underneath to the next stall. My abdomen shakes with sobs and terror as I clasp my hand over my mouth. “Fuck.” I say into my palm again, quieter, listening to the classical strings float into the bathroom from the event space. The soft music is an ironic soundtrack to my whole world crashing down on top of me. I look up at the ceiling, tears crawling from the corners of my eyes. They drip into my ears as I shake against the cold floor.

What am I going to do?

How am I going to tell Timo?

A few days later, after arriving in New Jersey for Christmas, I’ve come to the, admittedly, irrational decision that maybe I just won’t. It’s been an exhausting few days that’s accompanied more nausea and tons of smell aversions. One of them is eggs which Nico is innocently frying up for breakfast.

“You want some?” He asks me as he cracks three eggs for himself.

“No.” I can barely respond without gagging.

Our parents went off on their own for a walk around the city and to grab a cup of their favorite coffee. Usually, I would join them, but my stomach has been so touch and go this morning that I didn’t think I could. Nico continues to move the eggs around and they get more fragrant. I try to switch breathing through my mouth, but the smell seems to coat my tongue. My stomach squeezes and I rush from the kitchen with my hand clasped over my mouth. Nico watches my back with confusion. I return to the kitchen wordlessly when I am done, grabbing a glass of water. Nico stares, eyebrows cocked in question.

“Not sure that motion sickness lasts for days, Em. Maybe you need to see a doctor. I can ask one of the team doctors if they can come over?” I’ve already seen a doctor to confirm my pregnancy. And the thought of getting a team official involved has my throat tightening. I come back to the counter, slowly sitting down and rubbing at the tense muscles in my neck. My gaze drifts to the dining room table, grimacing at the reminder it’s one of the places we could have conceived this baby.

I was so stupid to start us down this road. Yes, I’m on the pill. Yes, I take it regularly. No, I have no idea how this happened. When I brought it up to my doctor, she shrugged, saying no birth control options are completely guaranteed. Then she handed me the sonogram I didn’t ask for, that’s now tucked in my suitcase, buried beneath all my clothes.

I watch Nico scrape his eggs onto a plate, then sprinkle more salt and pepper onto the fluffy peaks. He’s right here in front of me, but it feels like we are a thousands of miles apart. Loneliness grips my heart, making my eyes wet as Nico comes to sit by me. The heaviness of being the only person who knows weighs on me. But, here, in his kitchen, I can feel my little brother’s safety being stable enough to take some of that weight from me. I’m going to tell him, I decide as he shuffles his eggs around, spearing a few onto his fork.

“It’s not motion sickness. I’m pregnant.” I tell Nico, who pauses with his eggs at his open mouth. The egg flies off when he exhales sharply. I bite my tongue against the vomit pressing into my esophagus.

“What?”

“And it’s Timo’s.” I didn’t intend to tell him, but it flew out before I could stop it.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.” Surprise absorbs my face now. “I know you two fuck around.” He motions at me with his fork. “Have for years. You two are awful at hiding your obsession with each other.” My mouth is slightly slack as he stabs the egg back on his fork. He stuffs it into his mouth and continues while he chews. “Never understood why you wouldn’t go all in.”

“Because I have a life in Switzerland.”

“Yeah, that’s gone now.” He swipes the air in front of me with his fork again, gesturing to the pregnancy. I narrow my eyes at his bluntness and obvious lack of empathy. “What did Timo say when you told him?” I am silent. He brings his brown eyes back to mine, squinting. “You did tell him, right?” More silence “Emma.” He snaps.

“I just found out.” I defend myself. “Not that I really owe you an explanation.”

“Get dressed.” Nico says, pointing down the hall to my room. “You’re going to tell him now.”

“No, I am not.”

“Yes, you are. It should have been your first stop when you got here.”

“I can’t just show up at his-”

“Are you keeping his baby?” He cuts me off. A heavy inhale pulls my lips apart.

“Yes.” I say without question. It never crossed my mind to not go through with this.

“Then get downstairs.” His voice is final, like there is no reason to continue to argue further with him.

“When did you stop being my protector?” I grumble while rising to leave the counter.

“Who says I stopped?” His stare is pointed. “Go.” His tone has softened at the obvious tears in my eyes. “I wouldn’t send you if I didn’t think it would be okay.”

I try to remember those words as I stare at Timo’s apartment door seven minutes later. I thought about texting him, but then there would be so much small talk and I can’t do that right now. I contemplate bailing, but my brother comes to mind, knowing he’s going to expect a report from the conversation when I return.

“Damn you, Nico.” I mutter as I raise my hand to knock.

I wait for a minute, maybe two, gripping the sleeves of my sweatshirt in my hands. No sound comes from the other side of the door. I think I might get off easy. I even turn to head back towards the elevator. Then the sound of the lock flipping halts me. My stomach drops out of my body, hitting the floor and flopping around in unease.

“Hey.” Timo is breathless as he opens the door. He is wearing a pair of jeans, waistband of his Calvin Klein underwear taut against his abdomen. He stands shirtless in the entry way, rubbing a towel over his hair. The brown strands flop against his forehead as he looks expectantly at me. He looks so sexy, warm and welcoming, with a gentle familiarity. “Didn’t realize you were in Jersey.” He becomes obviously tiffed, understandable since I dropped off the face of the planet… again.

“Yeah.” My voice is breaking, so I clear my throat. “I’ve been here for a couple of days.” I say, fingers twisting the cotton tighter in my palms.

“Ah.” His voice goes flat and he looks away in annoyance. “So we are back to you ignoring me?” I shake my head, dropping my eyes to the floor. I feel queasy and start shaking. I hope he can’t tell.

“Can I come in?” He pauses, dropping the towel down to his side, like he might not let me. But him and I both know that’s now how it goes with us. The smell of his cologne is strong with my heightened senses and I cough in discomfort as I walk past him.

“I’m going to get a shirt.” He disappears down the hall, coming back in a black t-shirt that hugs his body. He runs his fingers through his wet hair while looking at me. “I don’t have long. I’m… meeting a friend.” I stare at him, wondering if it’s a friend of the female variety. I really don’t have a right to ask, so I don’t. My gaze drops to the couch. “It’s just Kevin, Em. The Kings are playing the Islanders.” He crosses his arms and leans back against the island of his kitchen well across the room from me. His biceps bulge against the fabric as he studies me. “You don’t look like you came here for small talk. What’s up?”

“I’m pregnant.” It’s abrupt. I know. Almost too fast for him to catch in real time, but I can’t hold it in anymore. The words are too full and tumble from my mouth in a rush. My heart shutters with each anxious beat. I bravely lift my eyes back to him.

Timo seemingly glitches. He is confused, not quite understanding, like he wants to ask me to repeat what I said. Then, I watch as the registration gradually fills his body. He begins to stand taller, eyebrows dashing up his forehead. When it clicks, his blue eyes widen in alarm.

“Mine?” He asks quietly. I try not to flinch at the question, realizing he will, logically, want a paternity test. He has assets and money and a career to protect. Funny, I thought being pregnant without a boyfriend was the most shameful thing I’ve done in my life. I think that experience is going to top it. Eventually, I nod in response as tears fill my eyes. He pushes out a loaded breath that fills my chest with discomfort. I look briefly back to his face, seeing a million emotions dash across his features, none of them actually registering.

I can’t watch him process anymore. I begin to soothe myself with internal thoughts. It doesn’t really matter what he wants from this. I’ve already made my decision. I’m only here because Nico forced me. I cross my arms over my tender chest, walking towards the windows to see the city skyline. Tears distort the buildings together. I’m collapsing under so many different emotions. It’s like I’m seeing that plus sign all over again.

A drop slides from my left eye, gradually dragging down my cheek. I reach my hand up, flicking it away. My teeth dig into my trembling lip as I sniffle. Timo’s hand comes along my upper back, wrapping around my neck and gliding me into his body. His other hand wraps around my waist as he buries his face into my cheek. I enclose my arms around him, shoving my face into his chest and releasing my suffocating sobs into his shirt.

“I’m freaking out.” I squeak.

“I know. It’s going to be okay.” Even as his voice shakes, he is so, so gentle with me. His hands press me into his body like he wants to absorb and shield me. “What do you want to do?” He whispers into my hair. “It’s your choice.”

“I’m gonna do this… I’m keeping the baby. ” I tell him. I can feel his body deflate beneath me. For a moment, I don’t know why, but then he presses his face deeper into my hair, kissing my scalp with feathery kisses meant to soothe.

“Okay. I’m happy to hear that.”

I nod, glad that he isn’t pressuring me any which way. I don’t think I could handle his anger with me for wanting to see this through.

“Em, I’m here. You don’t have to do this alone.” I begin to tremble in his arms. He’s not even questioning further about this being ours. “Does Nico know?”

“Yeah. About everything. He is why I am here.”

“You weren’t going to tell me?” He stiffens, pain deepens his voice which makes me feel like shit.

“I.. well yeah, but maybe when we ran into each other in July and I was 9 months pregnant.” I pull back, tilting my chin to see his face. It’s calm and measured, which helps soothe some of the turmoil in me. He reaches up for my cheeks, stroking his thumbs to collect my tears.

“July?”

“Yeah, I confirmed everything at the doctor on Monday. I’m due July 26th.”

“Off-season.” He murmurs with appreciation. “Most NHL couples plan for years to get a July birthday.” I look away with a scrunched nose at the word couple, causing a heavy sigh to drop his shoulders. “Can we agree right now that you’re going to stop fighting the way you feel about us? Please. For our kid?” He says it so casually, like he’s used to and accepted the idea of our kid. My heart grows in my chest for him.

“Becoming a mom isn’t the only thing I’m terrified of.” I confess.

“Baby, I’ve promised you since day one that I would take care of you. I’m not going to let anything hurt you, including me.” He is so sure as he speaks to me. I drop my forehead back to his chest.

“Do you really want this?” I whisper to him, even as he wraps me tighter into his arms, tears dashing down my cheeks again. “You don’t have to do this.” I pull back, reaching up to hold his face in my hands. My thumbs rippling his skin with their pressure.

“You’re all I’ve wanted for years.” He presses our lips together. I cry into his mouth, feeling overwhelmed with everything that has and will happen between us. I feel like I don’t deserve this. Not his sweetness or his understanding at our situation.

“I’m sorry.” I bubble out between sobs. He runs his hand up my back to my head, encouraging my forehead to rest against his shoulder as he rocks us gently. There’s a whole laundry list I could apologize for, but I start with the big one. “I shouldn’t have taken the condom away from you. This is all my fault.”

“Weird, I thought I was the one who came inside of you… three times.” He chuckles at the memory.

“I encouraged it.”

“We both did.” He takes his share of the blame easily from me.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.” I need him to know that.

“I know, Emma. You’ve been trying to get out of loving me for years. You would never do this on purpose.” I stare at him with blurred vision, blinking so the tears fall down my cheeks. Now I can see him clearly, looking at me like he might finally get the chance to love me for the rest of our lives. I swallow hard, then let myself surrender to him for good.

“I’ve loved you for a really long time, T.” I hum, eyes brightening in earnest with my confession.

He smiles because unlike me, he already knew that.

#TM: Loving & Leaving #Timo Meier #Timo Meier smut #Timo Meier series #New Jersey devils #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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bringbackdas · 2 years ago

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Lyrics I wish I wrote:

- “you couldn’t have stuck your tongue down the throat of somebody who loved you more” Moon Song, Phoebe Bridgers

- “For the lovers who found a mirrored heart, they just remind me I’m without you” mirrored heart, FKA Twigs

- “From strangers to friends, friends into lovers, then strangers again” Strange, Celeste

- “It’s always on the tip of my toungue. I read an article on the internet told me that’s how you know you’re falling in love” hate to be lame, Lizzy McAlpine feat. FINNEAS

- “The funny thing is I would have married you if you’d have stuck around” doomsday, Lizzy McAlpine

- “I wanna make you fall in love as hard as my poor parents teenage daughter, she’ll be the best you’ve ever had if you let her” waiting room, Phoebe Bridgers

- “You said Scarlett I don’t need to be responsible for everything you’re feeling. You’re an emotional grim reaper I feel bad for you.” scarlett, Holly Humberstone

- “I can see it now the wedding of the year I can see it now he stands up there and wipes his tears. I can see it now when all my ghost disappear.” all my ghosts, Lizzy McAlpine

- “God rest my soul I miss who I used to be. The wound won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind…I regret you all the time.” would’ve could’ve should’ve, Taylor Swift

- “And honest I can tell you now I love you more than my future spouse” I’d have to think about it, Leith Ross

- “where you came and I laughed and you left and I cried. Where you told me even if we die tonight that I’d die yours” a house in Nebraska, Ethel Cain

- “I lie to her and say that I’m doing fine when really i would kill myself to hold you one more time” a house in Nebraska, Ethel Cain

- “Please don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognize anywhere” New Year’s Day, Taylor Swift

- “Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams. Speak the language of love like you know what it means” Simply the Best, Noah Reid

- “I’ll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror” Anti-Hero, Taylor Swift

- “After everything would you let me in and love me now” would you love me now, Joshua Bassett

- “No one wanted to play with my as a little kid so I’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me and make it feel effortless” Mastermind, Taylor Swift

- “You don’t get to take all of me, set me free” Set me free, Joshua Bassett

- “It’s been a fucking year” Set me free, Joshua Bassett

- “Who I am made it all worth the while and these scars will be stories I tell all in due time” all in due time, Joshua Bassett

- “I know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it” tolerate it, Taylor Swift

- “You’re good at the giving too much then getting scared. You’re good at impersonating someone who cares” decode, Sabrina Carpenter

- “Do something babe say something. Lose something babe risk something. Chose something babe I got nothing to believe unless you’re choosing me” you’re losing me, Taylor Swift

- “I wouldn’t marry me either. A pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her.” you’re losing me, Taylor Swift

#taylor swift #you’re losing me #lizzy mcalpine #doomsday lizzy mcalpine #joshua bassett #fka twigs #song lyrics #set me free #tolerate it #mirrored heart #moon song

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seokjinsonlyone · 2 years ago

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most to least likely to end up with someone black

hoseok: idk i just get this feeling this vibe likeeeee it just make sense i see it like the way he carry himself like just look at the chicken noodle soup mv and tell me u can't see it and he literally has a song with j cole and if he in there with coleworld he is def in there wit da fam and then we got the whole time he had tinashe as his lockscreen and we all seen the my universe video like he took ole alien girl home idc idc and overall he just reminds me of my grandma so it make sense

jimin: no limit babe like i've seen this man bark at the thought of usher; and in general this year especially including his album jimin has just really been existing in spaces i didn't expect him to see and i am more than pleasantly surprised. like originally when i first made this he was near the bottom idk why bc he's literally performed to take you down but yeah he def up there now. like y'all remember that photo of him wit da choir for set me free SPEAKING OF SET ME FREE F YA OPPS?1!!1 HENNESSY AT NIGHT⁉️ LIKE IF BLACK PEOPLE HAD A REPRESENTATIVE BRAND OF LIQUOR IT WOULD BE HENNESSY LIKE COME ON and then just his personality is soooo i can't explain why he's all the way up here in this list properly but source: trust me bro

joon: listen we all know that joon be looking and be listening like he has a song with erykah badu with wale with anderson paak he be listening to musiq soulchild he is just made for a black woman (me) but he is a little further down on the list than i expected to put him only bc joon is just so korean and he loves korea and being korean that he might wanna keep it the country idk he definitely down for it tho we know he be looking and frfr this is just insurance for myself so if it don't happen i won't feel publicly played bc i called it but just know imma be somewhere on a ledge with my head in my hands wondering if i should do it or not okay kskslsk

yoon: u know i originally had yoongi near the bottom of the list solely bc he was a workaholic homebody and i was like he is not ending up with nobody much less somebody black if he spent all his time in his studio but now he in his social traveling era and i'm just like 🧐 bc clearly he has the ability to uphold foreign relationships (i.e. max, halsey...) and then i think about how he had all black backup dancers for his tonight show performance like i mean i'm not sure how much say they have in that kind of thing but it felt real deliberate to me and then there's the fact that yoongi just has the ability to look comfortable like he fit in anywhere like i'm thinking of that one photo where he was with one of juicewrld's producers and made homeboy look like he was the outsider in his own studio and then on tour it's clear that he got that dawg in him like he can handle his own he can handle ME which is crazy bc i be looking at men and knowing i'm way out of their depth but i'm telling you yoongi had the power to make me not look at jimin which is an insane ability so I'M JS idk if he would but he fo sho could if he wanted he got that lil poker face going so i'm not extremely confident but i can see it

jungkook: i’m not gon mention the fact that he said he liked girls with healthy sun kissed skin after that trip to la on american hustle life imma just leave that out i’ll also leave out normani at the bbmas what i will talk about is them meeting ms megan now ik jk claiming he ain’t shy no more but he still don’t be saying much except for when he met ms megan homeboy was showing up and showing out dancing talking teaching the choreo cackling for no reason man was grinning from ear to ear whole time nose got the workout of a lifetime from being continuously scrunched ALSO i mention this at least once a week but that r&b playlist he had going while he was folding his underwear???? my naega my naega u ain't listening to bryson tiller unless u is down for the cause but all this to say that it's really up in the air with him like as much as he could there is equal chance that he could not like he just got that pop propensity that sways him to the dark side but i could also see him ending up with someone east asian just as well which is fine with me or at least as fine as i can be knowing he's not with me

jin: as he is a permanent member of my bias line it really do hurt me a small amount that he is at the bottom of this list but i know my man 💅 i know mr “you can’t stop me i’m beyoncé” wouldn’t care about the racial difference at all like as long as y'all could communicate it's good in the hood and he is literally built like a black auntie like he would do so well at family functions rizzing up everybody from yo parents to yo grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins he would fit so well but like can i see it happening in reality??? idk idk he is the most unpredictable man i've ever come across so i can't say nun definitively

tae: there's a lot of reasons why he could why he should like idk man i can just see it in his eyes and then there’s like how much he loves old school soul music and his reaction to h.e.r. at the award show that shall not be named and like how he was meeting john legend and i’m also thinking about how social he is and how he likes to befriend everyone like the potential is there it's right there mind u i'm ignoring the current state of affairs but considering how enamored he is with europe like literally dressed up as a nobleman or whatever for his photobook and when he went to that old people jazz lounge and he is really into golf y'all i just don't see it fr but ya know anything's possible

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts x reader #namjoon fanfic #seokjin imagine #min yoongi fanfic #jhope x reader #jimin fanfic #taehyung x you #jungkook imagine

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blackjackkent · 1 year ago

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OK, headed back to camp for a long rest, and THIS was waiting for me as I did a quick rounds to talk to everyone before bed:

Gale, if you scarpered and left me a fucking voicemail I'm going to be very upset.

"Good evening! I am here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep. He wishes to extend you an invitation for a private conversation at a more suitable locale."

LOLOL.

First of all, yes, that's exactly what he did, and second of all, I forgot I had him in that hat. I guess "Hide Helmets" does not extend to Gale's mirror image, just to Gale himself.

Also wtf are you up to, Gale? :P Are we going to channel the Weave again together? You should know I'm pretty spoken for at this point.

"Very well," Hector says, bemused. "Show me the way."

"Gladly," says the mirror image. "Simply follow yonder path, and soon you will find him."

There is, in fact, a wall in the direction the image then pointed, but the game immediately popped up a long rest dialogue so presumably we just have to sleep now to trigger the rest of the scene.

I took a quick pause to throw a bottle of water on myself to remove all the bloodstains and also to kiss Karlach because reasons.

-----

Gale has, it seems, found a hidden exit out of the tower; he's sitting outside in the moonlight, wreathed in a shimmering, iridescent wave of magic.

For a little while Hector simply stands on the edge of the clearing and watches him. By all rights, they should not be comfortable anywhere outside in this dark, cursed place, but Gale's magic is bright, driving back the darkness, resonating with a strange, almost musical chiming as it swirls. Gale's expression is distant, as if seeing past the lights into some other world altogether; his fingers move in quick, purposeful motions through the air, a conductor with his orchestra.

He looks up and smiles quietly as Hector approaches; he doesn't speak, but scoots a little to the side to indicate Hector should sit next to him.

"I love this time of night," he says softly, when Hector has made himself comfortable. "There's an almost reverent silence that accompanies the peak of darkness, when you'd almost believe the dawn will never break. The cradle of eternity..."

He hesitates, looks sideways at Hector and smiles sadly. "The timelessness of lovers. That most beautiful of fantasies."

Hector meets his gaze steadily, resisting the urge to flinch away from the intensity in the other man's eyes. There was a time, perhaps, when he might have considered reciprocating Gale's interest in him. It's well-meant - and gods know that Gale could use someone kinder than Mystra to care for him. That ship has sailed, though; Hector is Karlach's, unequivocally.

But Gale is his friend, and it doesn't take a genius to see that the wizard is extraordinarily preoccupied tonight. "You seem especially philosophical this evening," he says gently. "Are you all right?"

Gale looks away, the faint smile leaving his lips. "I will be, soon," he mutters. "I am perhaps just one hard day away from being without any troubles at all."

Ah. Of course. He thinks that tomorrow, or at the very least someday very soon, will be their final confrontation, for better or for worse, and he will have to set off the bomb in his chest. And perhaps he's right. They have seen no sign of the "Heart of the Absolute" yet, but there is certainly no question they're in the heart of the Absolute's territory. The heart of the cult's influence.

"This may be my last night alive," Gale goes on. "I wanted it to be under a canopy of beauty and wonder... I thought this place might bring me peace. I thought it might make the weight of what I must do feel a little lighter. But...I am not so sure..."

Hector frowns, watching him. There is certain noble self-control in Gale's manner that he admires tremendously, as one who has been a student of self-discipline for his entire life...and yet...everything about this still feels wrong to him.

"Is this truly what you want?" he asks quietly. "To die for the promise of Mystra's forgiveness?"

Gale's expression hardens and he sits up with a sudden surge of energy. "Babe or crone, coward or hero, death is assured. Mystra's forgiveness...is not. If you knew the end was near, would you not want to ensure it had meaning?"

He rounds on Hector abruptly, meeting his eyes, demanding an answer of him. But Hector is not sure he has one to give. Yes...yes, he would want his death to have had meaning, were there no other choice but to die. But he does not accept that premise - there must be another way.

When he doesn't respond, Gale slumps, looks away again. "I am terrified," he admits softly. "I will not claim otherwise. My face could scarcely conceal it even if my words sought to deny it." He draws a slow breath and lets it out heavily. "There is no point in running from the inevitable. Better to meet it on my own terms."

Hector shakes his head, troubled by the implications of what Gale is saying. "Nothing is inevitable," he says firmly. "Not when we face it together. You don't have to die."

Gale flinches away from him. "Yes," he mutters. "But there is so much to live for, and so few moments in which to house it all..."

"Damn you!" he snaps suddenly, slamming a fist into the soil next to him and making Hector jump. "Damn you for giving me so much to care about. Our friends, our adventures-- this would have been so much easier if it was just me. But it isn't."

He swallows, and for a moment the real, true grief that he has been trying to ignore becomes fully clear on his face. "If there is a way, any way, to save all that's grown dear to me, I want to seize it... I just cannot fathom what that might be, other than to fail Mystra and condemn the world..."

A long silence. Hector struggles to find something useful, something reasonable to say. I will not let you die, not if there is anything I can do to stop it... he thinks. But I have no more answers than you do. I wish I did...

Gale smiles ruefully when he receives no response; he knows just as well as Hector does that there isn't really one to give. "Stay with me, will you?" he asks softly. "I don't want to think of it any more, but I don't want to be alone either."

Stay with him and watch the stars in silence.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #:( this was sad #i need to roll a gale hug character stat

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wall-legion · 11 months ago

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The Space Between

It had been a long day at the soap shop, and everyone was exhausted by the time the sign was flipped to "closed". So many people had stopped in to pick up last minute gifts, and many were not as patient as they could have been about the shop being low or out of products at that point in the day. "Does anyone want to actually go out and celebrate tonight?" Leyya asked as she watched Odetta come into the back and slouch into a chair. "Sheesh, kill the vibe more." This came from the meerkat perched in a tube near the ceiling. "No one asked you, Cepir. And you lost your stupid hat." "Ah! My fez!" From the other end of the table, Zojja shook her head and laughed. "Don't let him wind you up like that. Besides, there's still time to freshen up. Soon as Sheridan's done, one of us can." "Don't worry about me." Odetta finally looked up from where she had collapsed onto the table, head on her folded arms. "I'm not going anywhere but to bed with the leftover scones and tea." Zojja glanced from Odetta to Leyya, as the other asura shrugged. "But what about Zio and Iialli..?" "He's new, so of course he got assigned duty tonight. And Iialli is busy at Pheazza's because a ship came in with new inventory." "I see..." Leyya looked up as Mabon drifted in from the kitchen, sporting an apron that read "Mursaat do it Unseen". "Mabon, what are your and Sheridan's plans?" "Oh, nothing complicated. I plan on enchanting myself to look like a sylvari so we draw less attention, then wine and sweets on the beach. Why?" He looked at Odetta as she groaned softly. "...have I said something to offend?" "No, because that sounds wonderful!" Odetta sat up. "What about you two?" she asked while gesturing at the two asura. "Oh, we'll be heading to the Grand Piazza for an event! A combination fig tasting from an orchard in Cantha and lecture about mutualism!" "Don't think about it," Leyya muttered. "Why?" Odetta just stared at Leyya, face full of confusion. "You don't... oh. You don't know. Never mind. We'll bring you back some figs if we can." Odetta frowned, both at Leyya and at Zojja as she muffled a snort of laughter. "Okay. Thank you. I think." At that point, Sheridan came all but tumbling down the stairs and beamed as they caught sight of Mabon. "I'm ready!" "I should say," Mabon replied with a chuckle. "You're certainly eager." "You two have a good time," Odetta said as she made herself smile. "It sounds like you're in for a lovely night." "Thank you Odetta." Sheridan stopped briefly to give the woman a hug, as Mabon worked his magic to transfigure himself into a tall male sylvari with silvery birch skin. "We'll see you later!" "We should be off as well." Zojja got up from her seat. "Don't want to be late, after all." Leyya reached out to pat Odetta's hand. "I'm sure you'll have a nice evening in spite of everything," she said. "Chin up." Odetta watched them depart, locked the door behind them, and then set herself to cleaning the shop. Once that was done, she retreated into the kitchen to finally make herself tea, only to hear someone knocking. "You gonna get it?" She sighed before looking up at Cepir, who was lounging in his 'kitchen globe', an orb that Mabon had crafted and added to the pipe network so he could be included when everyone gathered in there. "I am considering it." "Well consider faster. They're knocking hard enough to rattle the walls." She rolled her eyes, but went to the door. She unlocked it and pulled it open hard, eyes shut while raising her voice. "We are closed-" "Even for Valentine's gifts?" She finally opened her eyes. Iialli was smirking and holding a box of chocolates, while Zio was standing over her and grinning as well, a bouquet held in his hands. "I... I thought you two had work," she finally managed. "Phee said she would manage without me. Can't speak for him." "I let the Zio charm do the work for me." Odetta folded her arms across her chest. "So you're in trouble." "Probably." He started to turn away. "Do you want the flowers or not, princess?" She grinned for the first time in hours. "Get in here, you two."

#gw2 short story #odetta swanheart #gw2 valentine's day

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olsenmyolsen · 2 years ago

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The Chicken Pt. 1

Part 33 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~5K

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Also, I'm not a doctor or anything and this is Tumblr so when we get to it. Just go along with it. (For next chapter as well)

TW: Hospitals and everything to do with them :)

Robbie POV

2015

"Who's the interview with again?" I squint up at the daunting orange sun that shines before throwing on my sunglasses. One as a way to block the bright light and two to hide the bags under my eyes.

Hangovers suck.

"No one in particular; it's just a press junket." I nod my head to what Marlana is telling me.

As the band and I keep walking, I notice, much to my unhappiness, that the press setup is outside. I look through my sunglasses, a little unimpressed. I mean, the temperature is just right, and it feels excellent outside, but it looks like a golf course behind a hotel.

Plus, I feel like shit.

After what's felt like hours, I can tell our interview time is coming to a close as one last woman comes to us with mics in hand. She passes them out to each of us before looking off at the cameraman, giving him a thumbs up.

"...okay and one final question for you all. Nerdiest obsession! What's something you guys love? Something you guys just geek out over?"

I peer my head to my bandmates, but they all give me a knowing look forcing me to hike my shoulders up in defeat. So with a sigh, I answer. "Umm, I geek out filmmakers a lot! Movies I love."

The interviewer looks at me and smiles. "Favorite movie?"

"There's a movie that came out a few years ago called Martha Marcy May Marlene." "...Marlene!"

The interviewer finishes the movie title along with me, causing me to smile and bump shoulders. "Yeah! Look at that! Yeah, that was incredible."

"You know.." I say as we're sitting in a cab on the way to a late lunch. "That interview wasn't so bad." I hear a groan from behind me, followed up by, "Yeah, only because you got to talk about that damn movie you love."

I turn my head around and smile.

2016

"What's the plan for dinner?" I set down my beer as I ask the few remaining members of the group who aren't taking an afternoon nap or a swim in the ocean.

"Well, by the looks of it, Marlana will be too sunburnt to go anywhere tonight." I take a look out to where my friend Jack is pointing. Marlana is laughing with a group of people who were in the middle of a volleyball game before she interrupted them by the looks of it.

One person, a woman in that group, has her arms across her chest with a pout written on her face. The sides of my mouth lift up at the sight.

"Plus, I think Graham wanted to check out that local bar, so who knows? We might all be doing our own thing." Jack leans back into his beach chair while I nod and shrug at the possibility of being alone for tonight, which doesn't sound awful, to be honest.

I love my friends, but being in a band with them and traveling with a bigger group to Mexico doesn't leave a lot of time to be by myself.

"Hey, Robbie!" I look back up to see Marlana calling me over. I wave before rising to jog my way over and wrap an arm around Marlana. "What's up!?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the pouty girl with her sunglasses look away, causing her to miss Maralana, grimacing and shooing my arm away.

"Just wanted to introduce you to some of my new friends. Robbie. Friends. Friends. Robbie."

Very informative.

I give a nod and a hello to the people. The pouty one turns back and gives me a polite and fake smile. Why does she look familiar? Before I can dwell on her anymore, one of the guys from the group speaks up.

"Alright, are we going to get back to the game with cutie here?" Cutie? Oh, he's looking at me. Am I Cutie? Marlana nudges my arm, causing me to break from my inner monologue. "Oh no, thank you. I'd prefer to sit on the sides. I've been told I can get super competitive." Even behind her sunglasses, I see the pouty girls eyebrows go up. "maybe next time." I add to please everyone here. And it seems to work because the guy speaking to me grows a smile on his face. "You hear that, Lizzie? There's going to be a next time." He turns to the Pouty, or I guess Lizzie, and bounces his eyebrows up and down, forcing her to shake her head.

"In your dreams, Clay." She drops her arms and walks up to me, grabbing me by the arm. "Come on." Before I can even protest or ask, I'm being pulled away, much to the chagrin over her friends and Marlana, but it doesn't take long for me to realize that being pulled away was going to be one of the best things to happen.

2019

"What?" I take a sip and quizzically look across the dimly light dining room table at the green eyes looking at me. She smiles before blinking it away and shakes her head. "Nothing."

I shrug my shoulders and smile back before placing my beer down. "Tell me." Her tight-lipped smile lifts a bit before she makes a face of stone. "Next week..." She starts. "We have to film a few days in Palm Springs, and I was wondering if you'd wanna join. It's been a while since we've gotten a trip away." She sucks her lip into her teeth as she finishes her thought.

But before I can disappoint her, she cuts me off as her mouth transforms to show her pearly whites. "I was also thinking... we got one of the scripts for Sorry For Your Loss, and in it, Leigh can't remember her husbands shitty joke." Lizzie laughs and sets her fork down. "Of course, she remembers it eventually, but it just got me thinking about that night in-"

"Mexico." I nod along with her, but unfortunately, whatever I said before is lost to me now. It had something to do with a chicken... So instead of admitting it, I smile sheepishly and say, "I still can't believe I said that to you. God, I was such an idiot."

"You were or still are?" Lizzie raises her eyebrows and takes a sip of her wine before coming back to the topic. "So I was wondering if you could say the joke just one more time?!" Lizzie scrunches up her nose and makes her eyes go big as the earth.

A slight pout is forming on her lips too.

"Alright, alright, alright." I give in as Lizzie shoves her plate of food away to put her hands in the air and do a little circle of a dance. "Now, let's pretend we're on a beach in Mexico. Exactly.." A squint to remember. "Exactly three hours after admitting to you that I loved your Oscar-worthy performance in Martha Marcy May Marlene."

"Oh God, you do realize how embarrassing that was, right?" Lizzie giggles to me.

Yes, I do.

"I'm pretty sure I was drunk when I said that. ANYWAYS. I remember looking to my right to see you casted in the almost blue glow from the moon, and for some reason, when I looked over at your face..." Lizzie tilts her head to look at me. "I said." I stall and stall, but the words don't come to me. I squint my eyes and look at Lizzie to see the thing I hate the most. Her smile disappearing.

"You don't remember?"

My eyes return to normal. "Lizzi-" But it's too late. She goes to her plate. Picking it up no longer in the mood to eat. She composes the remaining food before placing her dish with a loud clang in the sink.

She returns to the table only to pick up her phone and shoot me a tight-lipped smile before going out to her garden.

2020

I don't think either of us can recall who started it first, but as it got later and later into the year, texts and calls became less frequent even when countries apart.

Whether they were missed or ignored was another question.

But you always had a saying or excuse to cover the real reason.

Even when the i love you started disappearing, being replaced with "see you later" or "talk to you soon."

Present (2021)

"I'll see you around." I joke into Y/N's ear and pull back out of our hug.

It's weird how life is. Here I am, hugging my ex's future girlfriend after we finished performing together.

Like what?

I take one last look to the crowd and smile as my eyes catch hers. But they aren't looking to me. And no, it doesn't hurt. I've made peace, and tonight brought me that inevitable closure I wanted, but I can't stop this feeling in my stomach. It feels like guilt and regret, and I don't know why.

Maybe it's because I'm watching a part of my life stop. The part that stopped when Lizzie left London that weekend. That part that's led up to tonight. I shake my head and position myself off-stage with Marlana and Grham to watch Y/N.

"So, as I'm sure you all could guess, I'm Robbie Arnett's newest writing partner and friend Y/N Y/L/N. Thank you all for the love and support tonight. It truly means so much to me." Y/N smiles out into the crowd, and I know what song she's about to sing.

Goodbye.

I haven't heard it yet. Any time she's been working on it, I've always been pushed out of the room. She wanted me to hear it tonight. But as I watch Y/N adjust herself at the white piano, something inside of me happens.

"Hey, Robbie, where you going?"

I raise my head and look back to Marlana and Grham. How'd I get down the hall so quickly? "We're about to go on."

I shake my head. "YOU guys are going on." My words seem to convince only one of the two because the other speaks out and says, "Hey, you okay?"

Did they notice was my first thought?

I went to open my mouth, ready to lie. But instead, I nodded my head and gave a little "mmh."

Which was still a lie.

I shouldn't have left.

I should've stayed.

Y/N POV

Well, well, look who's inside again Went out to look for a reason to hide again Well, well, buddy, you found it Now come out with your hands up We've got you surrounded

As the last note drags on, the spotlight around the three of us disappears before the curtain drops, closing the show.

Immediately I stand up in a daze and begin wiping the tears that decided to leave trails on my cheeks. I knew tonight and this song we're going to hit, but this was a whole other wave. The longer the piece went on, the more lost I became until I found her eyes again.

That's when I knew-

"Oh my God, that was wonderful!" I feel my body being slammed, squished, and suffocated by Marlana as she traps me between her and Graham in a group hug. "Wait, are those real tears?! Bitch I thought you were putting those acting skills to work!" I send a sarcastic smile her way as my friends arms detach from me before we continue our way to the green room.

Wait...

"Hey, where's Robbie?!" I look around me. Wasn't he on stage with us? He was supposed to be behind me.

I look between Marlana and Graham. The latter goes to open their mouth but gets stopped by the former. "Uh, we actually don't know where Robbie went, but we'll look for him." I nod to her words feeling a little uneasy. He wouldn't just leave. Right? "Now go start cleaning yourself up. Your eyes are going red, and you're a little sweaty." I roll my said eyes as they walk away and enter the green room collapsing on the couch.

Tonight went just about exactly how I imagined it would.

Well almost.

I smile to myself and close my eyes. "I hope I made you proud." I whisper into the air hoping Davey (Y/N's "Dad" for people who might not remember) heard me.

I don't have another second to myself, though, before a body is thrown onto my own.

The skin from her body sends shocks all over mine.

I would recognize the softness from this green-eyed brunette anywhere.

It's my Liz.

The woman I love.

"Baby!" I yell out to her as she wraps her arms around me, peppering my face in kisses. I can't help but allow my face to change from one of worry from the event of tonight to letting that wash away as I let out a fit of laughs, from the kisses warming my heart.

"You're not mad?" I ask, making Liz pull her head away from me. "Mad?! Y/N, what you did tonight was beautiful! Amazing! I loved it! I-"

She's not mad!?! My mind starts racing as I let this moment sink in.

She's here. She's kissing me. She's here. I can't think of enough words to say, but that all stops when I look at her face.

"I love you, Y/N! I will never stop. I promised you, and this is me doing it aga-"

I shut her up by smashing her lips into mine. What starts as gentle quickly evolves into something more. Something I've wanted but have been too wrapped in myself to allow. I almost silently curse myself because of the lack of air forcing us to separate. It's not until I pull back and take a look at Liz's red cheeks and rising and falling chest that it hits me. We both missed this. "Liz!" I moan out as we take a second to get air into our bodies. "I want you." The words spill out, forcing my stomach to erupt into a storm of butterflies. My eyes smile to her as I scan down her face to her neck.

Onto the necklace I gave her. Lifting my fingers up to it.

I'm ready. Once again.

"I want you to be mine. Be my girlfriend."

I smile, mirroring hers. She nods her head happily. "Of course. I'm yours." Liz laughs in an effort to stop tears from spilling before she leans down onto me again, planting a loving kiss on my lips that ends too soon to my liking but is followed up by words escaping from me once more.

"I was worried you weren't going to show."

"Why?" Liz raises an eyebrow to her. "Because I left." Liz laughs into my chest. Confusing me a little. "True, but I now see it wasn't like last time." "It will never happen again." "Good. Now kiss me." My girlfriend dramatically requests that I, for one, am happy to oblige.

My girlfriend!

"Y/N about the song-" I unwraps my hands from around her and places them into her own, seemingly knowing where she is going with this line of thought. "That was from before we started being what we have been for the last month. Before tonight. Okay?" Liz nods. "Okay." "Good."

I raise her hands up to my lips and kisses them. "I missed you the last two days like crazy."

"I did-"

"LIZZIE!"

Liz jumps at the sound of her name being yelled at from down the hall. We both look at each worried, before she shuffles herself off of me. I stand up with her and hook our hands together.

"LIZZIE!"

"In here!" Liz yells out as I keep a hold of her. At the sound of her voice, we hear a rush of footsteps march themselves this way before the green room door swings open, revealing the twins along with Max!

They actually came tonight!

However, before either of us can get a word in, Mary-Kate storms up to Liz holding a phone in her hand.

"What's going on?" Liz asks as I look up to see MK's frantic look. "Take it." She places the phone in my girlfriend's hand before turning to me.

I look at the three women who are taking turns glancing at me.

"Can someone speak up?" I ask, hating how they are looking at me. Almost as if they're afraid to talk. "What's going on?" I look to Ash, who has an arm around Liz. She shakes her head. I then turn my attention to Max, who is looking at me with a sad expression. "Maxine.. wha-"

"It's Robbie." My head snaps to Mary-Kate. "On the phone?" She shakes her no. "Where is he?" "We got a call-" "From who?" Mary-Kate stops and looks over my face. Her sad blue eyes piercing mine.

I shake my spinning head as the room I'm in is becoming increasingly smaller and smaller while the cracks in everyone's words are getting louder.

Usually, people hate the ex of the person you're dating.

I don't. Isn't that weird?

My girlfriends ex is someone who I've grown to care for and become friends with over the last couple of months. Hell, there were times when I spent more time with him than with Liz.

But all of that time and effort lead to tonight. My idea. My songs. My friends and family all here. And now he's-

"We'll be right there."

I turn my head to Liz, who ends the phone call rushing towards me and pulling my body into a hug. I feel her squeeze her arms around me, and I can't help but bury my head into hers. But just as I'm about to find comfort in this tiny moment, I feel my stomach turn again.

I quickly move my body out of Liz's grasp and take long but quick strides to the nearest wastebasket before dumping what must have been a mix of water and snack food from earlier. With my throat and eyes burning, I don't even feel Max's hand gliding up and down my back until she places a napkin into my hand with her other one.

I wipe my mouth and toss the white paper into the wastebasket as well.

"Y/N.."

I turn my head around to see a red-eyed Lizzie in the doorway with Graham and Marlana behind her. I shoot my eyes at the two, and sadly it appears that they've been told.

"We need to go."

I weakly nod my head and begin walking towards Liz, barely stopping to scoop up a mini water bottle to chug. Subconsciously knowing that having post throw up mouth right now isn't exactly the best. I do my best to put on a brave face because one look at Liz and I see her doing the same.

As we exit the room, we're met by other friends that came out to support me. Max's brother and his girlfriend, Andrea. My man Cyrus. Wyatt Russell. Wa- huh? I do a double-check as we walk by him. Yep, that was him in the crowd tonight.

We even passed by a chick that clearly looks like she has some good Olsen genes. I don't think anything more of it until she wraps an arm around MK.

It appears everyone's already heard the news. I shake my head and turn to the twins. "Who's driving?" Ash goes to speak, but I turn away from them when I feel a squeeze from my girlfriend's hand that's intertwined with mine. "Aubrey's pulling the car around. We'll ride with her." She softly speaks. I nod my head, completely forgetting that Aubrey Plaza was here. "The twins and Courtney are going to meet Louis and will come see us later."

I look back to the three. I give a slight nod to the one called Courtney, who smiles at me with pity.

"Okay." I turn to my red-headed best friend. "You're riding with us." Max looks from me to Lizzie before meeting my eyes again. "Okay."

As our ever-growing group exits from backstage where we already have a line of security guards leading and helping us to the front door. After the set, it appears I already have fans. Walking hand in hand with Elizabeth Olsen certainly doesn't help the high pitch screaming and camera flashing.

Or maybe they were never here at the show.

Why we didn't go out the back, I have no idea.

There's a lot I don't know right now.

I don't remember Aubrey pulling up; I remember being on the street and then in a car.

I couldn't tell you what the car color was. Or when Max had the two of us put on these hats and sunglasses.

All I know is that my mind went from being exhausted to overworking itself. At the same time, my stomach starts turning again and again.

I couldn't pinpoint why? Maybe it's because the last time I visited a hospital, my father died. Perhaps it's because I'm now going there for someone who should hate me. But they don't. Maybe... I don't know, maybe it's because of the hundreds of what-ifs... "Y/n..."

I pull my head up and look right into where those green eyes should be shining. "You're hurting me.." I frown in confusion until I feel what she is talking about. My eyes go wide as Liz slips her out of mine. In her palm, I see the blood rush back into her hand and some markings from where my fingernails were starting to dig into her.

I quickly scan to my left knee, where my left hand was rested upon. It's the same deal. A vice grip that I have to force myself to let go.

When I look back to my girl, I immediately get ready to apologize, but she stops me with her soft lips on mine—a surprising but welcome thing to happen. And when we pull back, six words fall from her.

"It's okay. Just stay with me."

And then three more.

"I love you."

Once again, the words I want to say back are right there, but before I can, Max curses from the front seat. "What?" I say after wiping at Liz's cheeks and pulling my focus to the front of the car.

Max, with her phone, pulled up to her chest, turns around to face us in the back. She darts her eyes from Liz to me and back to Liz. "People already know what's happened." Silence. "What do you mean?" I say. Max looks down at her phone and back to me. "TMZ." A groan escapes from Aubrey's lips upfront at the same time Liz does it. It's an almost a comical moment. But no one's laughing. Instead, Liz leans up and asks to see the article.

Both out of fear and respect, Max gives up her phone.

I quietly read to myself what Liz is reading aloud to the car—the headline.

ELIZABETH OLSEN'S EX-FIANCÉ INVOLVED IN CAR ACCIDENT

I watch as Liz's fingers start to move down the phone but only stop when she reads the headline again. And with a click, she closes the phone and hands it back to Maxine.

"He has a name."

No one says anything, but we all think that. I would've settled for them calling him knock-off Jesus or something.

"I'll come find you guys," Aubrey says to Max, Liz, and me through her rolled-down window. We all nod and thank her before turning away to walk through the hospital's sliding doors. But as the three of us start taking our steps, the actress behind us calls my name.

Max and I stop, but Liz keeps going. I'm not sure she heard Aubrey. "I got her," Max whispers before moving past me to my actress of a girlfriend. I pull the corners of my mouth up slightly to show thanks before walking back to the car.

"Take care of her. I know this is weird and fucked, but... please..." I nod my head. "Of course!" "I am happy for the two of you. I really am." Aubrey stops herself from saying more, and it looks like the conversation is going to die there, but then she says, "Don't forget to look after yourself as well. I don't know everything, but I know this isn't easy for you either." Once again, I nod my head. However, this time no words follow my action, so with a roll of the eyes at the car honking behind Aubrey, pulls off to go park.

I take on a final look around to prolong myself from entering the building behind me, and that's when I spot them. Men with cameras. For a millisecond, I want to flip them off and tell them to go fuck themselves, but a second after that, I know that this will be life if I want to be with Liz. So instead, I shoot them a glare and walk toward the automatic doors.

Waiting a step inside is Max and Liz. "Oh hey," I say after also bumping into them. "We wanted to wait." I nod to Liz's words and grab her hand. "Okay, good. Let's go."

"Hi, we're here for a Mr. Robbie Arnett. He was brought in less than an hour ago." Liz, to my right, does the talking for the two of us. I'm thankful for that.

The lady behind the reception area briefly looks at us as they take Liz's information. I see her do a double-take at my girlfriend, but I can't tell if she recognizes her or not.

"Okay, it looks like he's in the middle of surgery right now. I can have you wait in a private area till he's done." Liz intertwines her hand underneath the counter and shakes her head yes. "Okay, great. Since it's already past visiting hours, the best I can do tonight is stretch the visitation to family only. However else can be in the waiting room with you. But only family can visit Mr. Arnett. So.." The woman looks from Liz to me and back to Liz. "Relation to Mr. Arnett?"

Liz tightens her grip with her left hand around mine. "Uhh..." The nurse looks up from the computer, almost figuring out that, technically, Liz has none. And she doesn't. Until...

"I'm his sister, and she's his wife."

Those words taste as horrible as they sound.

Liz snaps her head to me, and lucky for her. The receptionist appears to accept the answer giving me enough time to slip my promise ring off my hand and onto the third finger on Liz's left.

What the hell?

Liz's jaw tightens as she pulls her gaze from me as the lady gets up to show us to a private room. I wave Max over to follow us.

With an apologetic smile laced with pity, the lady closes the private door behind her leaving the three of us in since.

But not for long.

"What the hell were you thinking?" "I was thinking that you maybe wanted to see him as soon as possible, so I said the first thing that came to my mind." I lean back into one of the uncomfortable chairs lining the room. We've been in this building for less than twenty minutes, and I'm already sick of it.

I hear Liz take a deep breath before coming to sit down next to me. I feel her gently place her head on my shoulder. "Thank you babe but why did I have to be the wife?" I see Max's confused look across the room which makes me laugh for the first time since hearing the news. "Because I didn't want to be. Gross. Ew. And you have more experience at it."

A little laugh breaks out from Liz. "Don't make it sound like I've been running wild with marriages. I've only been engaged twice."

"Exactly more experienced."

"Just wait till it's your third."

Liz and I lift our heads up in Max's direction. This bitch Maxine... "Just saying." And that's all she says before the door opens up again however instead of someone in a white coat it's a set of twins we all know and love followed by Max's brother and Aubrey.

Aubrey and the twins run to Liz first while James runs to me before everyone switches and hugs have been fulfilled all around.

"Wheres Court and Louis?" Liz asks Ashley. "They didn't want to crowd so they're at Mom's." Liz goes to ask something else but Mary-Kate cuts her off. "Have you guys heard anything?" We shake our head no. "Just he's in surgery." Mary-Kate skips her eyes over to me before turning away when I feel James walk up.

"Did you see the bullshit article?" James whispers to me. I nod before asking where his girlfriend was. With Max's parents was the answer.

Pleasantries and conversations about tonight's show (and how unbelievable it was) have started to slow to a crawl by the time a woman in a white coat opens the door.

"Friends and family of Mr. Robbie Arnett?"

We all nod as a few pairs of eyes dart to Liz and myself.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting." Wait how much time has passed? "Hi, I'm Dr. Connor Cameron..."

As the doctor started to rattle off every injury Robbie had sustained and what they needed to do as soon as he arrived here, all I could think about was why. Why did this have to happen? Why did he leave? Will he be okay after everything is said and done?

But honestly, I just wanted to see my friend.

Unbeknownst to me, in less than 24 hours, I would come to hate Robbie Arentt.

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