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Just realized I sent another post game jossam request xD. Specific addition: a couple years after. Ft other characters Josh wronged for extra spice!!

I'm glad you're doing well!!

It wasn't like it was a wedding, she reflected, taking one last look at herself in the visor mirror before flipping it up. If anyone got mad, that was on them, not her, because say what you want, this wasn't the sort of event that could be ruined - it was a graduation party, at the end of the day, a college graduation party, sure, a 'Congrats on getting into grad school' kind of deal, maybe, nothing important enough that people could get upset over.

Besides, they were all friends. Or, at least...

They had been, once.

She tried to ignore the looks Matt and Mike shot them as they started up the driveway. It was hard, pretending she didn't see the shock and confusion on Matt's face, the surly betrayal on Mike's, but when she took to smoothing the sides of her dress down, it got a little easier.

Walking into the house itself was another challenge. There was a group over near the dining room talking and laughing, and...almost as soon as they crossed the threshold, she heard Jess and Emily both go silent. The rest of the group? Not so much. But the girls' voices were notably absent, the steely weight of their gazes almost enough to suffocate her.

But it wasn't until they reached the kitchen, the bustling heart of the whole to-do, that her second-thoughts really sunk in. Unlike the people in the dining room, the whole collection went quiet when Chris turned, when Ashley (the celebrant du jour, of course) pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes.

It seemed ridiculous, honestly, that she'd managed to survive so much in her life and yet this - this - was what threatened to take her down completely. Still, Sam squared her shoulders, and she forced herself to smile, and she prayed to any higher power that might've been listening that this could be a new beginning, a new leaf, not just for him, but for all of them. Maybe what had ended with a party once could start fresh with a party, too.

So she looped her arm in his, and she kept her voice level as she spoke, needlessly pointing out, "Hey guys, this is my plus-one. I think you've...probably already met."

Josh raised his hand in a tepid wave, his posture uncharacteristically taut. "Hey," he said, and Sam held her breath waiting for the others' reactions.

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Hiii, can you please do the wash sibs having a pillow fight?

It started the way it usually did: Beth made a comment under her breath, one that Hannah didn't especially appreciate, one thing led to another, and, well...

Violence ensued.

Narrowly ducking to the side in just the nick of time, Beth hopped up off the ground and onto Hannah's bed, grabbing one of her remaining pillows. She didn't wait, didn't give her sister time to haul back and prepare another strike, she simply acted - throwing the pillow wholesale and using that opening to grab another.

Hannah, having pulled her arms back to lash out again, didn't have time to, uh, do much of anything, really. The pillow smacked her full in the face, knocking her glasses askew, and she screamed at the smudging it left on her lenses. Now there was no question about it - Beth had to die.

With a sound caught somewhere between a squeal and a belly-laugh, Beth jumped back off the bed, running out of the room like her ass was on fire. Already she could hear Hannah gaining on her from behind, so she used her momentum to her advantage; she slid across the slick hallway floor in her socks, hooking a mean right turn into the next open door, and the second she saw she had an opportunity, she tucked herself just inside the doorframe, pillow at the ready.

This all would've been fine and dandy, of course, had it not been Josh's room she'd skidded her way into.

He glanced up from his phone, managing a few impotent words ("Uh, excuse you?") before the onslaught continued.

Barrelling into the room like a bull seeing red, Hannah didn't wait. She didn't even pretend. She saw a flicker of movement from through the awful smudges on her glasses, and that was it. That's all she wrote.

She attacked.

That time it was Josh who yelled, only getting his arm up a second after the first three or four smacks had been soundly delivered. "You gotta be..." he started, and Hannah slowed at the sound of his voice, ultimately sealing her doom.

Beth sprang out from behind her, whapping her hard on the back of the head, and then they were all yelling, all smacking each other, and if you'd've asked them which one of them had started the whole thing, well...

Chances were good they wouldn't even know.

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Queenie my dear I hope the current everything about the US is kind to you.

For this prompt I must request some angst. I got this idea of post canon Chrashley or Jossam with the lyrics to this song: Next To You by Greylee

I take care of me, I take care of me

I wanna let you in but I’m so scared of this cause

I take care of me

It’s how I’ve had to be

Maybe I’ll let you see

For now I’ll take care of me next to you

She knew who it'd be the second the door swung open - she didn't even need to hear the whispered "Shit, hey can you maybe put me somewhere...else?" or the ranger's exasperated sigh. She simply heard his footsteps and knew, felt his presence and knew; she just...knew.

And why not? They'd spent the past however-long pretty much attached at the hip. You learned everything about a person when you spent that much time with them.

Well.

Maybe not everything.

Ashley didn't make any move to look up from the floor. There was a crack running through the tile she'd been following for the past hour or so, real riveting stuff, and she worried if she so much as glanced away she'd lose all the progress she'd made in tracking its source. Instead, she sank deeper into herself, the wall supporting her body weight more than her bones. She sat on the floor, knees drawn to her chest, her head propped up in the comfortable crook where the two walls met in a corner, and she stared at the floor. Her fingers moved absently up and down the laces of her boots, up and down, up and down, memorizing the twists of their knots.

She could feel Chris looking at her, though. Not straight-on, but from the side. He always thought he was sly with that, always thought he was hiding it. It hadn't fooled her before the lodge, and it didn't fool her now - it just did something different to her stomach.

He didn't sit beside her, and for that she was grateful. Or was she? Probably she was. She should've been, anyway, after everything he'd done, but...her head hurt too bad. It was too hard to think about. He didn't sit beside her, that was the important thing, choosing instead to sit at the literal farthest point in the room from her, and that, at least, she could understand.

Unlike some other decisions he'd made that night.

They might've spent a day in that room together; it might've been thirty seconds. Either way, eventually he cleared his throat, sniffed hard through his swollen nose, decided he couldn't handle the silence anymore. "Uh. So. Hey."

But Ashley had been enjoying the silence. She'd been enjoying it quite a bit, in fact. So she kept her eyes on the tiles, and she followed the crack running through them, and she blinked to soothe her hot, tired eyes.

She heard him squirm. Two feelings rose up inside of her, both completely antithetical. The first was old, familiar: Go help him. The second was newer, but no less deeply rooted: Good. How they could both exist inside of her she didn't know, but all at once she felt herself divided down the middle, tearing herself apart along the seam between the two.

Was that what had happened to the floor? Was that going to happen to her now? Would there just be a crack, a chasm, running through her forever and ever, unfilled and ugly? Would she become some sort of living, breathing tripping hazard, something that people avoided getting too close to?

Did she care?

There was another rustle as Chris shifted, and she knew without looking what was happening. Another old habit - he got restless when he was nervous, yeah, but more restless still when he had a migraine coming on. He'd crane his head every which way, searching for the miracle angle that would take the pressure off, or maybe put the right kind of pressure on, and no matter how many times she told him that wouldn't work, that he'd have to bite the bullet and -

Bad turn of phrase. Bad, bad, bad. Ashley swallowed hard against the bile rising in her throat and lifted one of her hands, pointing towards the cabinet hung on the far wall. "Excedrin in there," she said, not entirely sure why, "Second shelf. I checked." She wasn't sure why she'd done that either.

"I...oh. Uh. Thanks."

"Yup."

She dug her chin into her kneecap, hoping that would be the end of it but knowing in her heart that it wouldn't be. Couldn't be. In her periphery, she watched his boots make their way across the room and to the cabinet, heard the metal screech of it opening, and...

"I - okay you know what? I-I-I don't get why you're the one who gets to be the most mad right now! I don't! I really don't! You locked me out, Ash! You locked me out in the snow with that, that, th-th-that thing, and - !"

She let go of her laces, dragging her fingers along the fabric of her tights instead. "You got back in," she pointed out, and was shocked - shocked - at how even her voice sounded. When had that happened, she wondered.

"That...that doesn't mean it wasn't hugely fucked up, what you did! I-I-I mean, do you have any idea how scared I was?! Do you have the first fucking idea how - "

She raised her eyes then, despite how badly the light made them hurt. To her relief, Chris stopped mid-breath, the slackening of his face suggesting he'd realized (a second too late) the door he'd just opened.

"I do," she said in that same level tone. "I can guess, yeah. Pretty sure I can."

After spending the night (after spending most of her life) clinging to his side, desperate for proximity and praying for attention, it felt strange to sit there like that, grateful for the distance between them. How many times had she grabbed for his hand that night? His arm? How many times had she flailed her arms just to brush against him, to reassure herself that he was there, he was all right, he was still alive? Now she thought if he took a step towards her she might scream.

She might curl up in a ball and melt, too. Might start sobbing. Maybe wouldn't be able to stop. Would she cling to him? Push him away? Break his nose for real? She didn't know. Wasn't sure she wanted to know.

Each option seemed just as likely as the last.

"That was - " he started, looking away.

"Different?" she preempted, and couldn't decide whether she was vindicated or ashamed when he cringed away.

"A mistake, Ash. That was...I...the gun was...it was a mistake." And then the quiet came again, crashing down on their shoulders like the storm, like the beams of the lodge the moment after they'd run out screaming. Chris opened his mouth like he wanted to say something else, but he didn't.

She held his gaze for another beat - one that could've been a lifetime, one that could've been a second - and when she lowered her eyes again, she couldn't help following that crack again, tracing its path through the room.

Chris on one side, her on the other.

Ashley waited until she heard him pop the lid off the medicine bottle before she spoke again. "I'm glad you found another way in." She hoped he wouldn't ask if locking him out had been a mistake too; she hadn't quite decided yet. This felt like a happy medium.

"Yeah," he said amid the rattling of pills, "me too."

On the floor, she closed her eyes. Took a breath. She counted to fifteen (how long it always took him to decide whether to dry-swallow or crunch the horrible things), and she listened for his footsteps.

She hoped he wouldn't sit beside her when he was finished.

She really, really hoped he would.

Her fingers moved to her face, and she was shocked when she didn't feel a seam.

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ik damn well josh would be such an over dependent boyfriend ughhhhhhh need him all over me 24/7

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and then, purely self indulgent, i'm sure you understand: your interpretation of how the ouija board would've gone if it was emily, mike, and jess (+ josh obv) instead?

The laughter stopped immediately: There one second, gone the next, leaving the lodge's library so silent, so unnaturally still, that the air itself seemed to ring out with its sudden absence.

"That's not funny," Emily said, and though her voice was clipped, she managed to drown out the others with the sheer force of it ("Dude...fucked up," from Mike, "I don't...oh, this is so not cool," from Jess). Her eyes snapped away from the board, away from the planchette as it kept scratching its way from one side to the other - M U R D E R M U R D E R M U R D E R M U R - to Josh instead, expecting to see him sneering, smirking, fucking gloating at pulling another one over on them...

Only for him to slowly raise his hands from the table, palms up and open, the very picture of baffled innocence; "No," he agreed with her after a moment, "it sure fucking isn't."

Beside her, Jess swallowed so hard she swore she could hear it, then carried on their séance with a new little tremor in her voice, asking, "Okay, um...who...killed...you?"

The planchette froze for an instant, thrumming under their fingers like a hornet's nest, and then snapped across the board so suddenly they all yelled out, its message, its answer, its accusation all the same: Y O U.

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movies i think mike munroe likes

die hard

iron man (2008)

the avengers

iron man 2

john wick (all of them?)

age of ultron

captain america: civil war (team iron man)

indiana jones movies

fast and furious

top gun

top gun: maverick

yk, lots of marvel movies

the dark knight trilogy

little women (the one with winona ryder)??

good will hunting

bullet train

knives out

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I decided to rewatch Markiplier's Until Dawn let's play.

He says something in it about how cool it would be to have a movie from the point of view of Josh and I have to agree.

Instead of whatever dumpster fire they're making, they should've made a movie about Josh setting all of his Jigsaw traps up and doing his revenge only for the wendigo to start killing people.

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some josh art

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Heyyy, happy new year!! Can you please do Chris and Jess bring the step sibs they are?

"Ohoho...and what sort of sizzling erotica has our dear Jessica brought to this - oof!" It was his own fault, really: he should've seen the elbow coming.

Jess plucked the envelope from Chris's hands, shaking it out once to smooth out some of his gross, greasy-fingered wrinkles before she slid it into her jacket. "Oh, I know you're not trying to embarrass me in front of Sam," she started, shaking her head as she zipped herself back up, "and I know you're not trying to embarrass me about Michael, a guy I am actually dating, when you have at least three sappy-crappy-hand...flappy shrines to a certain Ashley on full display back home!"

Doubled over from her sharp, sharp little elbow poking into his gut, Chris replied the only way he could - by flipping her the bird.

And Sam, still a little motion sick from the cable cars, averted her eyes and slid her thumbs beneath the straps of her backpack, whistling a merry little (read: loud) tune to herself as she hurried away from (yet another) Hartley-Riley Slapfight Supreme.

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!!! i love. your until dawn writings?? oml they're so good. idk if ur takin requests for 6-sentence drabble type things, but recently ive been in love with the headcanon/theory that this isnt the gang's first prank that got far too cruel, it's just the first one that any of them cared about the consequences of.

in short, if you're taking requests, just a drabble where the gang are fuckin Bastards and generally assholes

"...do you think we should, like...I don't know...call someone?" Jess asked, the teeniest, tiniest corner of her lip pulled between her teeth as they stood on the Washingtons' front stoop, the door ever so slightly ajar.

In her head, Emily had already crunched the numbers and decided it was nothing (a decision she fully, fully recognized was only compounded by how hot the pizza boxes stacked in her hands were); everyone's cars were still in the driveway, it wasn't like the door had been kicked in or anything, and okay, yeah, maybe it was a little quiet inside, but like...there were a million reasons that could be the case. Plus, they'd been gone for what, ten minutes? She pushed past Jess with a suitably scathing look, scoffing, "Who, the Home Owners Association?" and then froze when she saw all the blood.

Somewhere behind her, she registered Jess screaming, but it seemed to come from a million miles away, a different zipcode entirely: She didn't have the attention for it, the wherewithal, not with Mike hanging over the arm of the couch like that, not with the twins in a bloody heap on the floor, not with Matt and Josh fallen behind the coffee table, their eyes open but unfocused, pools and pools of blood soaking into the hardwood floor and -

There was a twitch from the ground, visceral and unnatural, and that time Emily did scream, her heart in her throat as she stagger-stepped for the door...before the giggling started, anyway, and Beth jeered after her, "Oh my fucking God, you should see your faces right now!"

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a pet peeve in caitvi fics, when they call vi a redhead…. she has pink hair thank you very much

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give jessica the gun (cleaned this up a bit)

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give jess the gun

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in emily’s defense, mike DID bark one time. sure, he might’ve been drunk and trying to talk to a dog but he already did it once!!

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testing out new brushes with a little chrashley + an extra chris sketch …

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understand the palm of my hand bitch

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Oh they made him look SO soft.