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ashley and emily's dynamic is one that has been on my mind for a while

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the three of us - chapter 2

notes: christopher hartley, michael munroe, samantha giddings -> survivor ending, post game, roommates, postgame

wc: 752

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            chris was lying on the couch, one leg draped over the backrest and a controller clutched in his hands. his head was pounding, pulsing. the hangover was almost unbearable. he was shifting the joystick left and right , not even sure which game he wanted to play. he sighed deeply and massaged his temples. maybe he should check the games on his computer. he sat up slowly and slid off the couch to start the short walk back to his room.

chris grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge on the way and booted up the PC. he scrolled through another library of games until, finally, he landed on stardew valley and decided why not? he pressed the button to boot up the game and waited until the familiar intro had finished. he moved to load the saves and waited the two, three seconds until the different saves popped up on his screen. there it was. the dumbass farm with the dumbass name that josh had suggested when he, ashley and josh had started it and they couldn’t decide what to name it.

            [“okay, we’re clearly not going to agree on this,” ashley had said. “maybe we should just vote on it?” chris had hummed and nodded in agreement, whether to appease ashley or because he, too, had no idea what to do about the name of the farm, he had no idea. and then josh had piped up. “yeah, we could vote. but we could just combine our names and make a name out of that.” him and ash had looked at each other and shrugged. “okay, sounds like a compromise,” chris had mumbled, all while sneaking looks at ash, just to see if she was agreeing.]

            and here he was, staring at the screen full of his old, unfinished farms, and right there at the top: chrashua. he barely even remembered starting this save with them, or actually playing on it, but the initial argument about the farm name came right back to him. chris’ vision turned blurry. he took off his glasses and furiously dragged the back of his hand across his face to wipe away the tears welling in his eyes. his other hand was sprawled on the desk, nails dragging across the wooden surface as he slowly balled it into a fist and relaxed again. he blindly felt around for the mouse on his desk and closed the game before powering down the computer again. and then chris just sat there looking at his own reflection on the dark screen for a while. he desperately wanted to call josh and ask him what he was up to or if he had any plans today. but josh rarely ever picked up the phone, anyway.

            he found himself opening the chat with josh on his phone. there were hundreds of unanswered texts he had sent over the past year, hoping that one day he’d get a text back. he’d sent so many texts telling josh how pissed he was at him for the prank and for never reaching out because he could have helped him and telling him that he forgave josh because he just wanted his best friend back. he wanted all of them back.

            chris wandered back into the living room and decided to just turn on the TV for background noise. he slumped back on the couch and stared at the ceiling while some couple in a sitcom broke up and then made up again. the front door opened and chris sat up slightly. mike and sam walked in, both kicked off their shoes and sam hobbled across the living room with a quick “morning, chris,” before continuing down the hallway towards their bedrooms and the bathroom. mike walked into the kitchen and chris heard him opening cupboards and drawers before he called “coffee?”. chris got off the couch and joined mike in the kitchen. “i could go for a coffee. and maybe an aspirin.” his head was still throbbing. “and i did not unload the dishwasher, sorry.” mike turned on the coffee maker and then turned to look at chris. “i noticed. you’re grounded for a week, chris. and no pocket money. but you can make yourself useful and do it now.” they chuckled as mike started cutting tomatoes into thick slices and chris started putting away pots, plates and cutlery. “bummer, i was really looking forward to that new lego set.” josh and ash were still on his mind. they really were gone.

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the three of us

notes: christopher hartley, michael munroe, samantha giddings -> survivor ending, post game, roommates, postgame

wc: 626

i'm on ao3 now

just a few more steps, just a bit further. sam was fighting her own body, the pain in her legs, her sides, her lungs. she was urging herself to go faster, faster, faster until she finally reached the bench and collapsed onto it. these days it felt like all she did was run. like she had never really stopped running since that night on the mountain. her breathing was shallow, nothing but painful, desperate gasps for air. the pain in her legs was so intense, it felt like her muscles were on fire.

right now, in this park, it was just sam, the birds and the rising sun. her clothes were damp, a mix of the early morning mist and her own sweat. no matter how many times she completed this routine, she always saw the lodge going up in flames. the ringing in her ears was worse than usual today. she’d try again, tomorrow maybe. until the sunrise was just a sunrise.

she sat on the bench for a while. for how long, she didn’t know. the sun was up now and sam was looking up at the fluffy white clouds. she could hear the faint sounds of cars behind her and the crunchy footsteps of people walking past her on the footpath. one person was approaching her. she shifted to look at them, just in case it wasn’t who she expected it to be. “i called you a few times.” mike’s left hand was buried deep in the pocket of his denim jacket and sam rolled her eyes at him. “i know. i have partial hearing loss in one ear, mike, i can still hear a lot of things.”

mike plopped down next to her and they sat in silence for a minute. this had become a routine. sam would go out for her runs and she’d share her location with mike. sam would run until she could barely keep herself upright. at some point mike would start calling and texting her because he’d start to worry and, whether she’d pick up the phone or not, he’d get in his car to come and get her.

“okay, let’s go home. no offense, but you look like you could use a shower and some breakfast.” he got up off the bench and held out both hands to pull sam onto her feet. “ugh, fine, mom,” she groaned jokingly. “but that honestly sounds great right now.” her legs were shaking as she walked and sam winced as every step sent a wave of pain through her lower body. mike watched her out of the corner of his eye but kept his thoughts to himself.

the car ride was short and mostly quiet. sam checked her phone and responded to a text from one of her brothers. it was almost 9 in the morning. she’d left the house at around 6:30. mike cleared his throat. “sleep well?” sam dropped her phone into her lap and looked at him. “you know i didn’t.” she could see the muscles in his forearms flexing as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. “right. sorry, stupid question.” he pulled into the parking lot of their building. none of them were sleeping well, mike knew that.

mike held the door open for sam and she made for the stairs. he grabbed her by her shoulders and steered her towards the elevator instead. “i think you’ve had enough cardio for today, sam.” she quietly glared up at him. mike was probably right. scratch that. he was definitely right but sometimes sam just felt too much when she wasn’t moving, and she hated it. because then she started thinking about all the things she could have done differently and how much she missed her friends.

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ppl shipping chris and josh like crazy and im just sitting here like ok but consider the following… mikechris

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🦋 every single choice will affect your fate, and the fate of those around you 🦋

(redraw of these)

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writer bitches be scrolling on tumblr knowing damn well they need to finish those drafts.

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post game michael munroe treating his surviving friends like the most precious beings on this planet and taking care of them you are so real to me

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oh my mike i mean if you insist 😇 no i love making this type of shit guys i LOVE IT!!!! i can just hear all their varying levels of sarcasm and anger and disbelief oh my goddd i need to start making some of these templates fr

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i'm letting you live in my head rent free and you're not even doing your part of the chores

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YOU hates terfs

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right time, right place - joshua washington x jessica riley [j squared]

notes: au where none of the pranks happened but the main 10 are in different friend groups, em sets up josh and jess, mostly fluff but paranoid josh makes a short appearance at the end

wc: 1,7k

jess was rummaging through her bag, looking for her wallet when the creaky sound of someone sliding into the booth opposite her drowned out the low music in the almost empty bar. she looked up and was surprised to see a stranger, handsome but still a stranger, sitting there and taking off his beanie before running a hand through his hair. “sorry i’m late. i got turned around. this place is really hard to find.” – “late for what?” jess turned back to her bag and grabbed the wallet she had just unearthed to pay for the glass of wine and the small water she had ordered. “so you’re not my date?” the guy tilted his head slightly. it kind of reminded her of a curious but confused cat. “no, i’m leaving, actually. my friend just cancelled on me because she said she had a work emergency.” the guy grinned. “nice to meet you i’m leaving, actually. i’m josh and it seems i’ve been stood up. wanna have a drink with me?” jess smiled back at him. “sure, if you can keep up, josh. i’m jess and i’ll have another red wine.”

when the waitress approached their table with jessica’s bill josh asked her to keep the tab open and ordered another wine for jess and a beer for himself. “so,” jess started, “a date, huh? is that what we’re doing, then?” she could have smacked herself. real smooth, jess. the corners of josh’s mouth twitched upwards again. he looked amused. “we’re just two strangers in a bar, having a drink and getting to know each other.” he cleared his throat and leaned his head back slightly, like he was avoiding looking directly at her. “but honestly? i haven’t been on a date in ages. this would have been the first one in, what, 3 years.” jess was surprised. he oozed casanova energy, the way he had entered and had immediately switched gears when he realised that she was not who he was supposed to meet. “what?” – “nothing. it’s just that i haven’t dated anyone for around two years either. i’ve been busy with this internship and-“ she threw her hands up. “dating sucks?” josh suggested. “exactly.”

they were silent for a few seconds. but it was a comfortable silence. josh took a sip of his beer and jess mirrored him. “what are we doing on this not-dating-because-dating-sucks-date?” josh set his glass down carefully and pursed his lips for a second or three. “make a game out of it?” he shrugged and grabbed his beer glass with both hands, fingertips tapping lightly against it. “a game? like what?” jess turned one of the rings she was wearing around and around. “like whatever we want. we make it up as we go. rules and all.” josh paused. “i bet you can’t guess what my favourite cocktail is. you get three tries.” jess nodded and took another sip of wine before eyeing josh. “old fashioned, mojito, bloody mary.” she leaned back and bit her lip, waiting for josh’s answer. “bloody mary, actually, yeah. your turn. unless we’re doing penalties for losing or quitting.” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and jess laughed. “oh, you wish.” was she flirting? “okay, two truths and a lie. my favourite movie is home alone. i still have my appendix. my favourite drink is vanilla coke.” she leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table, shooting josh a sly grin. “one try.” josh licked his lips. “the appendix one is the lie.” jess drained the rest of her wine and grinned at josh. “ooh, no dice. my favourite movie is tangled.” – “shut up!” josh leaned across the table, his hands sprawled far enough to almost touch hers. “i mean, it’s not my all-time favourite. but it’s my favourite disney movie.” he tapped his index fingers on the table to emphasise the last part of his sentence. “really?” jessica’s grin widened and the atmosphere, or the wine, was intoxicating enough that she stuck her tongue out just slightly, mischievously maybe. it felt almost natural to her, this situation here with josh, this stranger she had met barely an hour ago. they’d reached a point of familiarity despite barely knowing each other.

before long josh had switched from the opposite side of the booth to hers. it had been barely two hours since he had sat down across from her. jess had won three rounds of this no rules game in a row and josh had ordered two peppermint schnapps for each of them and another wine for her and another beer for himself. and now they we’re sitting there, shoulder to shoulder, and she didn’t even mind that much. being around josh was comfortable. and she was more than tipsy at this point, giggly even. maybe it was the alcohol, some part of it was josh, probably, definitely. jess didn’t even remember the last time she felt this giddy about spending time with someone other than her best friend, emily. they were all laughter and chit-chat now, crammed into that one side of the booth, her legs on josh’s, three to seven rounds of drinks in. jess was barely more than a giggling mess at this point but she tried to compose herself, the hand holding the glass of wine swaying left and right. “what is – “ she gesticulated wildly, “my favourite animal?” she raised two fingers. “two tries,” she sing-songed. josh leaned closer, clumsily, one hand wiping across his bottom lip, the other grabbing her hand. he pulled her closer, just a teeny, tiny bit, because they were so close already. “cat,” he mumbled, his green eyes meeting her own grey ones.

josh was so close now, barely a breath away, that jess panicked and signalled the waitress to take another order for their table. just another drink and she might feel more confident about her face, hair, body, everything. josh scooted closer, jess’s legs on either side of his hips now. “are you nervous?” he took her hand, gently. his thumb brushed the palm of her hand jess nodded, just barely. josh took her other hand and guided her middle and index finger towards his wrist. “me, too.” she felt his pulse racing against the tip of her fingers. the waitress dropped off their drinks. josh uttered a “thank you” but never took his eyes off of jess. “yeah, cat,” she whispered. “cat,” josh uttered, pulling the shotglasses toward them. “i love cats,” he sighed, clinking his glass against jess’s. “my sisters are allergic. we never got to have one.” jess felt tipsy, and more daring than ever. the way josh looked at her made her heart flutter. “oh, you’d love pumpkin. he’s an asshole but an absolute sweetheart.”josh drained the glass and slammed it on the table. “maybe you should introduce me.” and maybe i should,  jess thought. she raised her hand, hiding her mouth behind one of her fists, and sunk her teeth into one of her fists. she alerted the waitress to bring them two more shots and tried to compose herself. “maybe i should.” the waitress dropped off the two shots. both jess and josh almost knocked them over when trying to grab them, they were so focused on each other.

jess dropped her glass as if she was trying to leave a mark. she felt uncomfortable. not around josh. but around josh because she’d been wanting to kiss him for a while, since he’d arrived maybe,  and it got worse with every drink. and with this one all she could think was fuck it as her hands grabbed josh’s face and pulled himcloser. they were barely more than an inch apart, one of his hands on her hip, the other on the side of her neck. “can i-“ he started. “shut up,” jess mumbled as she moved in. the way her lips crashed against his might not have been the most comfortable, but the most ice-breaking way to encourage and make josh understand that she was into him. jess gave it a second or two before she pulled back. “maybe you should meet pumpkin,” she mumbled, trailing kisses along josh’s jaw. “maybe i should,” he muttered back. “i have a great playlist for hanging out in the back of an uber.” jess shook her head. “of course you do.”

in the back of the cab josh leaned his head against jessica’s shoulder. “so, who was your blind date supposed to be?” jess asked as she gently stroked his head. josh sat up slightly. “no idea. all my friend emily told me was that she’s blonde.” jess rolled her eyes and leaned back, letting josh’s head drop into her lap. “your friend emily, huh?” josh turned to look up at her. “yeah, why?” he was just as drunk as she was but didn’t seem to connect the dots. “because emily is my best friend,” jess grumbled. “and this was clearly a set up.” josh slowly sat back up and looked out of the car’s window. “oh. right.” jessica’s comment seemed to have rattled him. he was leaning away from her now. “i didn’t mean it like that, josh.” she tried to take his hand but he pulled away. “come on.” this time she tried to put her hand on his knee. josh pulled away again. “josh, please,” jess pleaded, “both of her hands now holding onto one of his wrists. “em is my best friend, one of your friends and has clearly set this up as some weird, convoluted way to introduce each other.” jess took a deep breath. “but i’m not complaining.” josh side-eyed her, clearly used to, maybe even part of, the schemes. “you’re not in on this?” jess eyed josh back, slightly suspicious this time. “no, i’m not,” he scoffed. “good.” jess snaked her hand into his, intertwining her fingers with his. “this might’ve been em’s doing,” she inhaled deeply,” but it doesn’t mean that whatever i’m feeling for you is fake.” jess looked back at josh, he was still looking out of the window and barely holding onto her hand. she grabbed a handful of his fingers. “josh, i like you for you. the josh i met tonight.” jess grabbed even more of his hand and squeezed harder than before. “i think em just knew that we’d be good together.”.josh was still staring at the night sky through the cab window. but he squeezed back and that was all jess needed.

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ash's weed guys all the time

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oh no

Dawg

I cannot get over the fact that Chris Hartley woke up to the news of the twins going missing looking like this--

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if nobody died, then who's in hannah's popcorn?

And nobody died, the end