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obx-pogue4life · 2 months

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GURLLLL URRR BACKKK!! Missed seein u on my dash! Idk if ur taking requests but I got this idea I can't get out the head

Friends to lovers

Beach party kegger

Kook likes u but ya shoot em down

Pulls gun and is really bad

Jj saves u, screams/beats the hell out the kook like a mad man

Y'all confess ur feelings

And maybe uses the words "all in" and sappy happy ending 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Oh my gosh I love this idea and I hope you like what I came up with. This is SO JJ 👀😂

All In

Warnings: fluffy with implied smut, kissing, guns, violence, swearing, feeling uneasy, drug use, fighting, protective JJ, crying, friends to lovers, happy ending, prolly more so let me know if I forgot any 💚

I couldn't believe what was happening. My best friend defending my honor, all because of some stupid kook who decided to crash this kegger with his friends. Everything was harmless enough at the start, just cat calling and some whistling, you know the kind; just your general disgusting, neanderthal behavior. It was bothering me for sure but I wasn't gonna let it get to me and ruin my good time with my friends. As the night went on I could see JJ getting more and more irritated with them and the second that kook put his hands on me, his fists were flying. "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER, ASSHOLE," JJ screamed at the kook who was trying to manhandle me into dancing with him and shoved him away from me. The kook comes right back at us and JJ immediately makes contact with his jaw, knocking him on his ass. He quickly recovers, gets back up and spits out a small mouthful of blood.

"Oh you know you like it baby," he says to me with a wink. "You know you want a piece of this," he cockily smirks, lifting up the bottom of his shirt to show off his barely visible muscles.

"And just what am I supposed to be looking at here," I say squinting and laughing as I brush him off. I hold my hand up to silently signal JJ not to charge at this guy and beat the living shit out of him.

We begin to walk away and JJ snickers at his weak attempt to entice me. I sigh and roll my eyes but feel a rough hand reach out for me again, this time harshly yanking me back and hurting my arm.

"Ouch, you asshole! What the hell," you say, a little shocked this guy was being so forward, especially with JJ right at my side. Usually the kooks just wanted to mess with me and my friends, hook up, be jerks and and occasionally get into the random fight over stupid shit. But this? This felt different, almost scary.

"Now that wasn't very nice now, was it baby doll," he says to me in a creepy monotone voice. His eyes look frighteningly dark, like there is nothing but emptiness behind them. He sniffs loudly and wipes the underside of his nose with his thumb and it all clicks for me. I can see some white residue still under his nose. He must have just gotten high. "Greaaatttt," I think to myself as I try to shake his grip off my arm. The look on JJ's face right now was one I've seen far too many times. He was ready to kill this kid but I prayed he'd take notice of me shaking my head discouragingly and trying to make him realize that this dude was totally coked out. I pointed to my own nose and tried to get my message across to him, which thankfully he understood. The last thing I want is for him to get into a crazy brawl with a maniac, especially over me. A minute passed by and we all were just kind of standing there, unsure what he was going to do. He still had his hand around my arm and he was really beginning to hurt me but I didn't wanna say anything to make JJ lunge at him, so I just kind of took it the best I could. He could tell I was wincing though and mentally, I was preparing myself for the fight of the year. Surprisingly though JJ very calmly came towards us and apologized.

"Hey, I'm sorry man," he said trying hard to sound earnest. "Sometimes I just get crazy over y/n getting attention from other guys, you know. That was my bad. I'm just very protective over her. I'm sure you can understand that," he says sincerely. I could feel my heart swelling inside my chest at his sweet words about me and had to snap myself back into the reality of the situation that was before me.

"What I understand, is that your bitch, needs to learn some fucking manners. It's not nice to laugh at someone whose just trying to show you a good time," he slowly drawls out, his grip on me becoming so tight, I nearly cry.

He looks at me whimpering and laughs. JJ clenches his fists and takes a step forward but stops himself when he sees this kook force me onto my knees and notices a gun sticking out of the back of his pants. I start to talk back but JJ puts his finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. I give him a funny look but he pleads to me with his eyes to just stay still and stop making noise. I catch on and quickly and stop but it's too late. The kook pulls out his gun and points it directly at my head. "I think someone needs to learn their place and say they're sorry," he says in that same creepy monotone voice.

"YOU STUPID BITCH," he screams towards me. "I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU Y/N," he yells, tapping the gun repeatedly on to my head.

I start crying immediately and I can't seem to make my mouth move. My entire life is flashing before me and all I can keep thinking about is "I can't believe this is how I'm going to die."

I can hear JJ saying my name and he pulls me out of my spiraling thoughts but only long enough to hear that crazy coked out kook screaming again. "SHUT UP AND STOP TALKING TO HER," he yells at JJ.

"No problem man, sorry about that," he says and slowly walks towards him. The kook is pacing in small circles and waving the gun around and all I can do is watch in horror.

"Yeah she can definitely be a bitch sometimes," JJ chuckles, trying to defuse the situation. He winks at me and nods his head, making a full circle around the kook. JJ is standing in front of me now and immediately, I feel so much better. Even though I've never been so scared in my life, I almost feel safe now. Almost.

The kook continues to pace back and forth as he and JJ talk about what a bitch I can be, laughing and making fun of me. Their words hurt but they seemed to calm the kook down. A few minutes later he plopped down in the sand and sighed loudly, dropping his gun next to him. He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath, starting at the sand. JJ looked at me and to the gun and I nodded as he immediately springs into action, knocking the kook backwards while I quick grabbed the gun and threw it into the water. JJ was on top of him, punching him over and over again, him now the one screaming. "IF YOU EVER COME AROUND HERE AGAIN! IF YOU EVER FUCKING LAY A HAND ON THAT PRECIOUS BODY! I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL YOU! DON'T FOR A SECOND THINK I WON'T. I SHOULD KILL YOU RIGHT NOW YOU ASSHOLE FOR PUTTING HER THROUGH THAT! FOR PUTTING ME THROUGH THAT! FOR TRYING TO TAKE THE BEST THING I HAVE IN MY LIFE AWAY FROM ME! TRY THAT AGAIN AND I GUARANTEE YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE," he says punching him one last time, knocking him out cold. He was still alive but barely breathing. JJ saw the horror on my face and finally gets up off of him and rushes to my side. "Y/n! Are you ok? Are you hurt? Talk to me, please! Are you ok?," he begs me to answer him. I'm just kneeling in the sand beside this whole bloody scene and thinking about what just happened and I can't seem to talk or move. "Y/n? JJ gently shakes my shoulder and smooths out my hair. Y/N? He says a little louder, trying to get my attention," this time succeeding.

I let out a broken shriek and lunge into his arms, so happy to be comforted by the man kneeling before me. "J.. I...," I sob, tears streaming down my face. "I thought I was going to die," I say hysterically. "I thought we were going to die."

"I know darlin', I know" he coos into my ear as I continue to cry. "You know I'd never let that happen, y/n. You're safe with me, always," he says softly, stroking my hair and still hugging me tight.

"Oh my God," I start to say through my sobs. "And you... you stepped right in front of me...," you try to finish your thought but can't get out the words.

"I told you y/n, you're safe with me. I will never let anything bad happen to you," he says in a reassuringly soft voice. "I will always protect you."

I nuzzle into his chest and move further into his lap and cling to him for dear life. I never wanna let him go and even though I'm still shaken, I feel truly safe now. With him. Just like this.

"Now probably isn't the right time to tell you this," he says into the top of my head. He leans back a little and pushes me away slightly so I can look at him.

"Y/n?," he says, gently brushing his hand over my cheek and resting it there. "I'm in love with you," he says shakily.

My eyes go wide and I just stare at him as he leans his forehead against mine, sighing. "I've felt this way for so long y/n. Please? Say something? I thought I was going to lose you tonight. I can't stand to keep this from you another second. I'm sorry if this seems weird or out of the blue but I think I've honestly been in love with you since the moment I met you, I just didn't realize it until we were older. And then after everything that just happened, I know in my heart I had to tell you as soon as possible how I-," his words suddenly cut off and he's completely taken aback.

I can't stop myself from crashing my lips onto his and finally getting to kiss my best friend. I have been waiting for him to say something and act on his feelings for years. It just figures that a near death experience is what would finally give him the push he needed to finally tell me how he feels. I pull away and let him cup my face again, his grin giving me butterflies throughout my entire body. "So does that mean....," he starts to say before I cut him off again.

"I love you, too J. I've been waiting for you to say something for so long," I say to him, putting my head on his shoulder and hugging him again.

"So you knew?," he asks me seriously.

"I had a pretty good idea," I say leaning back up and facing him.

"Why didn't you say anything?," he groans, throwing his head back and running his hand through his hair, chuckling.

"Well...," I ponder aloud. "I just figured that you weren't ready for me to know yet and that you'd tell me once you were," I shrugged. "I didn't want to force your hand and try to start something you weren't ready for or sure about," I say genuinely.

"I've always been sure, y/n. I guess I was just scared how you'd react...I didn't want ruin our friendship. I couldn't stand the thought of you rejecting me and not having you in my life so I guess I just took the safe route all this time," he says sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well there's no turning back now, Maybank," I smile at him.

"All in?," he asks, cocking his brow at me.

"All in," I agree nodding my head and grinning.

He leans in to kiss me and the feeling of his lips against mine almost make me forget the events of tonight until we start to hear a rustling in the sand besides us.

"Shit y/n! We better get out of here before that lunatic wakes up," JJ says helping me to my feet. He grabs my hand in his and we start to run towards the car. Never in all my life have I ever been in such a scary situation but at the same time, never in my life have I felt so safe and settled. Once we get to the car, he opens the door for me and asks me once again if I'm sure I'm alright. I say yes and he reluctantly takes my word for it and closes my door. He quickly runs around the back of the car and hops in, peeling out as fast as he can. "Where to, y/n?," he asks me.

"Can I spend the night with you J?, I ask quietly. "I'm a little scared to go home to an empty house. Just for tonight?," I plead.

"You can spend every night with me y/n," he says, taking my hand in his. "Scared or not," he says bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing it sweetly.

I smile happily to myself and tell him that sounds perfect, snuggling up into his side, still holding his hand, as he drives us home.

"Thank you," I say to him quietly. "For everything."

"I'm just glad you're ok," he says, sighing as we turn onto his street.

We pull up to his empty house and sit in comfortable but heavy silence for a minute, digesting everything that's happened tonight.

"All in?," he asks me once again, staring straight forward out the windshield.

I smile at him and lift my head off his shoulder, turning so I can see his face. He turns towards me slightly and l lean my head on to his gently.

"All in," I repeat, smiling.

He slowly places his lips on mine, brushing my cheek with his thumb and sighs contently into the kiss. "You have no idea how long I've waited to do that y/n," he says pulling away and staring into my eyes. I blush at his love filled gaze and smile sweetly, his words instantly bringing back all those butterflies.

"And you have no idea how long I'VE been waiting for you to do that," I giggle, looking longingly from his beautiful eyes to his luscious lips.

"Oh yeah," he questions flirtatiously, running his free hand through his hair. "Wanna know what else I've been waiting to do with you all this time," he smirks, wiggling his eyebrow at me.

"I thought you'd never ask," I say laughing as he rushes to get out of the car and runs to my door to open it for me.

He holds out his hand and helps me step out of the car and closes the door. Still holding my hand m, he leads me towards the door but stops just short of opening it.

"I'm really glad you're ok, y/n... I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you," he says to the ground before turning around to face me.

"And I'm really glad you're ok, J. The way you just leapt into action and stayed so calm. That was really smart thinking. You were so brave, that could have ended so badly for both of us. I don't know what I would have done either if something bad happened to you," I say and start to tear up again.

"Hey now, don't cry y/n," he says brushing the tears from my eyes. "We're both safe and sound, nothing to worry about now," he says hugging me.

"Now!," he says, sternly but silly, poking my side trying to make me smile. "TO THE LOVEMAKING," he playfully yells and hoists me over his shoulder. I giggle and roll my eyes as he quickly lets us into the house and runs us both up the stairs to his room, throwing me onto the bed and smiling at me like a love sick fool.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it! Let me know if you want a part 2! 💚

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petirep · 7 months

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Sappy Personal Post ❤️

“Everything crashed down and I was left with rubble… I can’t stop and cry over the rubble as if I destroyed it. The TRUTH destroyed it. Reason killed it. It was destroyed by itself, because it was never anything to stand on.”

Ten years ago I journaled those words in reference to my Christian faith. This moment of self-reflection was the culmination of a years-long journey away from faith. It was significant for me because that was the first time I ever referred to my faith in the past tense - it would be the first time I openly accepted that I was no longer a Christian.

Leading up to this point were months of depression and self-loathing about where my Biblical research was taking me. For the longest time I had been guiltily blaming myself for the decay of my faith - as if it had been the result of personal shortcomings. This marked the moment in my life when I was finally able to stop hating myself for not being good enough, and accept that it was instead Christianity that was inherently flawed. In the ten years since putting religion behind me, I have taken a few missteps along the road of self discovery, but ultimately I have developed into a person I am proud to be. I have become a person more able to love myself and love others - ironically, as the Jesus of the Bible would have wanted me to be. If you are someone who is struggling with a fallout from faith, I want you to know that you have no reason to despair. There is life after faith. You are still you. There is so much joy and love to be found in this world.

#deconversion #athiesm #agnosticism #christianity

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drunkonimagination · 10 months

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Do you think Alastair knew that the infirmary was Thomas's first time? If not, how do you think he reacted when he found out? Lol idk sorry I love them and keep thinking about them

hmmm. this is interesting because the first answer that came to my mind was 'oh sure, he definitely knew', but then i remembered how much alastair was uncertain of thomas's feelings for him in chot to the point that he even asked him if their previous night spent together was just a one time thing (as if, you know, thomas was the one-night stand type of guy and wanted just that from alastair....which, if you knew him just a little, you'd conclude he is not jsksk)

and i couldn't hide my own surprise when i read that...like alastair, babe, you can't possibly think something like that about the man who just confessed his love for you and in your mother language too and has been fighting to be with you for the past few months...

but about all this i came to conclusion that alastair is so emotionally invested when it comes to thomas that it clouds his judgement and usual insight (and the whole story with charles and his past trauma didn't really help) especially in this initial phase of their relationship when everything is so precarious and alastair still considers himself undeserving of love.

so this is my honest answer:

alastair knew it deep down. such as he knew deep down that that night wasn't a one time thing, but he was so scared to have his heart broken once again that he needed to ask to be sure.

anyway, all these thoughts make sense just if we assume that thomas didn't say it clearly at some point of the night/made it explicit that it was his first time, something that, knowing thomas's personality and insecurities, i wouldn't rule out... (no matter how much he desired alastair in that moment and needed that, we are talking about the same awkward and insecure boy who beats himself up over every sappy thought he has about his crush and who almost broke into tears when alastair looked at his bare chest and told him he was beautiful) and i feel that at the first insecurity, at the first 'am i really doing this right?' he must have voiced his doubts to alastair.

oh and you asked me about how alastair reacted too!! (even if i think he already knew it, i'll answer to this as well shjss)....let's put aside all the insecurities that came back the day after and let's focus on that moment. how did knowing-it-was thomas's-first-time make him feel in that moment? oh, man....he probably couldn't believe it, was in seventh heaven, felt so honoured and delighted that started crying at some point- but what i'm sure of is that despite what happened the day after in that moment he was just happy. immensely happy. <3

#thank you so much for the ask!! <3333 #and dont be sorry pls!! i love talking about them and you all know it 😔💞#thomastair #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #the last hours #tlh #chain of thorns #chain of thorns spoilers #asks 💌

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rookthorne · 1 year

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Today marks my ONE YEAR anniversary of writing! 🥳🥰

God, it feels like just yesterday that I decided to sit down in my lounge room, with my ancient laptop in my lap, absolutely terrified for what I was about to do. That day I started what would be The Outlaw’s Heart - the very first chapter. I had Red Dead Redemption ambience playing in my pink noise cancelling headphones, I had my water bottle next to me, and I had this gut feeling that what I was about to do was big.

I never, ever, imagined just how much that single decision - to put my fingers to the keyboard and just type - would change my entire life. In the biggest, and best way.

I remember writing about 900 words, and I remember feeling on top of the fucking world. The first chapter was done. I went screaming to my best friend, @d-desrosiers, and lost my mind. I remember just crying.

I was crying because I was happy, and I felt proud, for what I had just accomplished. For someone with my limited capabilities, fuck, it was a lot. And I did it.

When I first got into this fandom I never would have imagined ending up where I am. I was well aware of what fanfiction was - having read many video game and band fics in my past - but actually creating them? I never would have thought that would be me, but here I am. Sitting on an approx 300k word count, and counting; I have 3 collections published, but several sitting in my WIPs that you guys are yet to see; I have 2 fully written fics ranging between 14 to 25 chapters sitting in my drive that you guys are yet to see; I have handfuls of oneshots that are yet to see the light of day.

It is insane.

And the friends I have made? Fucking hell, I have never in my life been amongst such amazing, kind, and thoughtful people. These people are my friends for life, and they all know every time I talk to them how much I love and adore and cherish them.

It is gonna get sappy as FUCK under the cut. So buckle in.

@buckyismybicycle, my very first idol - the woman that I looked up to well before I started writing, because she is beyond fucking talented. Not only that, she is the kindest, sweetest (when she’s not laughing at my misery) person there is. HR, you have been through thick and thin with me, and it still stands for disbelief that I get to call you a close friend. My idol, my friend - that is INSANE. Here’s to many, many, many years more of friendship, of laughs, of brainstorming, of love. I love you. 💗

@writing-for-marvel… wow. It’s at this point I get speechless. I found you thanks to my most favourite Ari fic, and it’s just been heaven since. We bonded first over the fact that we were Aussies (a rare breed in this fandom)! I don’t know how, but we just evolved and I have never had such ease, such comfort, with someone as I do you - and I am so fucking grateful for that. We are one another’s cheerleader, and we are one another’s shoulder to cry on. We are so much more but frankly I would be sitting here typing for hours and I would become very nonsensical because I’m emotional (sue me). You will always be my baby, and I wish I could just hug the shit outta you. I love you. 💗

@duckybarnes1917. Haylie, Haylie, Haylie. Girl, where have you been all my life? You are chaos in a cauldron overflowing with thots and thoughts. I don’t know where I’d be without you. We have become such fast friends, and thanks to that, I have someone that I trust so intimately with my thots and thoughts. You are a space that will always be free of non-loving judgement (because I know you do, but lovingly 🤣) and you are always fun. We may live continents away from one another, but your love is the warmest hug that I could ever get. I love you. 💗

@sgt-seabass, my faerie. It was like finding me in someone else when we found one another. You have been the light in some of my darkest days. I love our calls so much, and talking with you is always the highlight of my day - whether we’re just chilling or whether we’re brainstorming or whether we’re venting, it doesn’t matter. I know I can come to you for anything, and you to me, and that is so special. I am so grateful that the universe brought us together. I love you. 💗

@wifeofbarnes. My little menace. The fuel to my thots, the sweetness to my fluff. It still amazes me that all that time ago, that I recognised you when you found your way back to me - and fuck, I’m so happy you did. Not only have you been an endless source of inspiration, but you are now a dear friend that I adore. You’re always down for my ideas, and you always lend an ear or kind words when I need the support. I love you. 💗

@navybrat817, holy shit. I’m gonna start off by saying that this is insane to me, that I even get to talk to you (okay, starstruck moment over). You have been a blessing, and I am ever so grateful to call you a friend. Brainstorming with you is an out of this world experience and you always bloody know how to murder me, every single fucking time. It’s amazing. Not to mention your support, for which you are ever so generous with, for literally anything; whether that be moral, hyping me up, or just listening, and let’s be real, there’s been times that I’ve been so out of it when I’ve messaged you and you still manage to decipher what I’m saying, so kudos to you! 🤣 I love you. 💗

@buckycuddlebuddy, I don’t know where you have been all my life, but holy shit. We have not been talking for very long at all, but look at us - I feel like I’ve known you for so long and the way our chaos matches so perfectly? 👌🏻 it’s amazing. Your patience and your kindness have been a blessing, and I appreciate you more than I can express. I love you. 💗

@jen-with-a-pen, MY OUTLAW WIFE, bound in holy matrimony with our husband, Arthur. God, to tell you I was over the moon when I found out you loved him as much as I do, it would be an understatement. Not only are we in a thruple marriage, you are also a dear friend. Your excitement for everything gives me life and so much joy, it’s beautiful. I love you. 💗

This last bit is to all my beautiful followers and moots - fuck, I am grateful for you all. I am grateful for all the support this past year, and your continued support in the future. I hope that as a content creator, I get to push my boundaries even further than I have in the past 6 or so months. There was a time when I was terrified to write smut, now look at me! 🤣

Thank you all for coming on this journey, and may we have many, many more years to come.

I love you all. 💗💗💗

#Lana’s rambles #milestone #LOOK THIS IS SAPPY AS SHIT #AND I CRIED WHILE WRITING IT #do with that what you will #😭😭😭

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dreaming-marchling · 6 months

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Hey!!!

Im loving the new chapter and all I can think about right now is how much Mia is going to cry about Brains dedication to being a good brother.

I mean, getting her special cooking classes for her birthday!?! That's dedication and LOVE that Mia would definitely get sappy about.

I also love how great Brain thinks the team is. He thinks that they're the bee's knees, and that is so sweet, and I have to hold myself back from a little "awww" every time I see it in your writing.

And Roman Pierce. I love how their friendship works, and I love how it looks like Brian is a stray cat that Rome brought home, and his mom and aunties just loved on. They are such good friends and can there be more baby pictures of them for me and all 57 aunts fawn over?

Ok, I guess that the Doyle's can be mysterious figures emerging from the tree line in a horror movie. Lol (Can you hear my dramic sigh from wherever you live?)

But let me tell you where my imagination is going right now. Picture it now, Grandpa Doyle looks like he used to bodybuild and still does. And standing at 6'2, he towers over my baby, Brian. But!!! Due to his lack of experience around traumatized teens, he makes a mistake that leads to what could be a fist fight, could be less severe... ok, enough about that.

Anyway, I don't know if you can tell, but I am definitely obsessed with the little gold stars! Thank you for that bit of cuteness in this angsty fic.

I'm just letting you know that at this point, you could be writing a thesis on childhood abuse recovery. A Professor at the Toretto School of Emotional Bullshit. Because I think that you are on fire for actual emotional recovery and not magical healing through finding your soulmate.

I think I'm done for now, so I'm sending you lots of love and good vibes!!! -Blue

Hi!

It's funny you call Brian a stray cat, I actually get that a lot from readers lol! Our hissing but secretly craving pets stray cat Brian with his tuna obsession ;)

Grandpa Doyle - I love your thoughts here! I haven't yet heard much hypothesis from readers about him but I feel like "large" is going to come up a lot lol!

The Stars - We need the cuteness! I think I had Dom thinking it in his last POV but truly, getting to have this quirky little thing Brian is doing be cute is a breath of fresh air. I don't think Dom is someone who was looking for cute but Brian has offered up so much "tragic" and "heartbreaking" that honest to goodness cuteness is deeply welcomed

A thesis - I have no actual thesis or qualifications but Brian's journey ringing true is a real goal so this is a lovely compliment :)

Thank you as always!!

#My Writing #Marked in Trust

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mrsbsmooth · 8 months

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Scripts - S6 - Episode 42 (Part 1 of 3)

Leadup / cutesy bits. Sorry, I haven't put these in their routes or anything it's just bulk so you can find the dialogue.

NARRATOR: We’ve had romances, pranks, twin twists and bombshells…

NARRATOR: Casa Amor chaos, Movie Night mayhem, and so many grand gestures!

NARRATOR: Even more gestures than I got from the other people in line at passport control when I tried out my new stand up set on them.

NARRATOR: I say grand gestures… their gestures were mainly obscene.

NARRATOR: {0} has just made a much more romantic gesture. But has it won {1}’s heart?

{0} smiles expectantly, and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, waiting for your reply.

{0}_HAPPY: So what do you think? Wanna be my girlfriend?

A million times yes!

PLAYER_HAPPY: A million times yes!

{0}_HAPPY: For real?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course!

{0}_HAPPY: Honestly, that means so much to me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: It’s been such a journey getting to this point together.

{0}_HAPPY: I was starting to overthink it. I was so nervous asking.

{0}_HAPPY: Wow, {1}, you don’t know how happy I am.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think I’m starting to.

Amelia and Grace gasp with excitement.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was hoping you’d ask me.

{0}_HAPPY: I was waiting for the perfect moment.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I couldn’t dream of anything more perfect than being here with you tonight.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh man, I sound so sappy.

{0}_IDLE: I mean every word though.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can’t believe you’re my girlfriend!

{0}_HAPPY: I’m about to be the best girlfriend the world has ever seen.

{0}_FLIRTY: You know those best teacher mugs?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yeah?

{0}_FLIRTY: You’ll be getting me a best gf one very soon.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Big statement.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m gonna nail it. I promise.

Kiss her

With the night sky twinkling above you, you lean slowly towards {0}.

She caresses your cheek and you kiss delicately, breathing in the moment.

This moment is etched into your love story forever. You wrap your arms around her neck and fall deeper into her lips.

You’re both smiling when you finally pull apart, staying locked in each other’s arms.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Pull her into a hug

With the moon as your backdrop, you pull {0} into a beautiful embrace.

You bury your head in her shoulder and feel her stroking the small of your back.

You stay locked in each other’s arms even when you break apart.

Neither one of you wanting this moment to end.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Agree with her

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’ll be wonderful.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Of that I’m so sure.

{0}_HAPPY: You and I, we’ll build the most beautiful relationship.

It’s a bit too soon

PLAYER_IDLE: I think it might be too soon for that.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Girlfriend is a huge step for me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Oh, ok. I get it.

Your fellow islanders look on awkwardly.

{0}_IDLE: I respect your decision of course.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I was hoping for a different outcome.

{0}_HAPPY: But I’m happy to wait until you’re ready.

{0}_HAPPY: It has to be something we both want.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks for getting it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aw, you two.

GRACE_HAPPY: Just a couple of girlfriends!

AMELIA_HAPPY: My heart.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that a tear, Amelia?

AMELIA_SURPRISED: It so totally is not.

TOBY_HAPPY: Are your eyes sweating then?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Nah, um onions or hayfever…

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ok, ok, I’m happy crying for my sis.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Awwww.

OZZY_HAPPY: You two are good together. I see it, I really do.

AMELIA_IDLE: I got you, {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You have to do what feels natural.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Bit awks though.

OZZY_IDLE: {0} is still smiling, so I think she’s good.

TOBY_HAPPY: Girlfriends-to-be.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Plenty of time to make things official when we get out of here.

{0}_HAPPY: So what are ya thinking?

{0}_FLIRTY: The suspense is getting to me.

{0}_HAPPY: Exclusive or not?

We’re exclusive!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d love to be exclusive with you!

{0}_SURPRISED: No way! Really?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yes really!

{0}_HAPPY: I was totally preparing myself for if you said no.

{0}_HAPPY: I get that it’s soon and all. But it felt right.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d played this moment through in my mind a million times earlier.

{0}_HAPPY: Wow, {1}, you don’t know how much this means to me.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think I’m starting to.

Amelia and Grace gasp with excitement.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was hoping you’d ask me.

{0}_HAPPY: Your girl had to time it right.

{0}_HAPPY: We’re still in the early stages but I knew I had to ask you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m quite taken with you, you see.

{0}_HAPPY: I couldn’t let this gorgeous moment pass us by.

Kiss her

With the night sky twinkling above you, you lean slowly towards {0}.

She caresses your cheek and you kiss delicately, breathing in the moment.

This moment is etched into your story forever. You wrap your arms around her neck and fall deeper into her lips.

You’re both smiling when you finally pull apart, staying locked in each other’s arms.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Pull her into a hug

With the moon as your backdrop, you pull {0} into a beautiful embrace.

You bury your head in her shoulder and feel her stroking the small of your back.

You stay locked in each other’s arms even when you break apart.

Neither one of you wanting this moment to end.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Agree with her

PLAYER_HAPPY: It is pretty damn perfect.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Of that I’m so sure.

{0}_HAPPY: You and I, we’ll build the most beautiful relationship.

Not exclusive

PLAYER_IDLE: Not exclusive. Not yet anyway.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: It’s a bit too soon for me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Oh, oops.

Your fellow islanders look on awkwardly.

{0}_IDLE: It is still pretty new.

{0}_HAPPY: Can’t blame a girl for trying.

{0}_IDLE: I can wait. I can be patient.

{0}_HAPPY: Only for you.

PLAYER_IDLE: Thanks for getting it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aw, you two.

GRACE_HAPPY: Just a couple of exclusive babes!

AMELIA_HAPPY: My heart.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that a tear, Amelia?

AMELIA_SURPRISED: It so totally is not.

TOBY_HAPPY: Are your eyes sweating then?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Nah, um onions or hayfever…

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ok, ok, I’m happy crying for my sis.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Awwww.

OZZY_HAPPY: You two are good together. I see it, I really do.

AMELIA_IDLE: I got you, {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You have to do what feels natural.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Bit awks though.

OZZY_IDLE: {0} is still smiling, so I think she’s good.

TOBY_HAPPY: Exclusive-to-be.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Plenty of time to close things off when you get out of here.

{0} tousles his hair nervously, waiting for your reply.

{0}_HAPPY: What are you thinking, {1}?

{0}_HAPPY: Want to be my girlfriend?

A million times yes!

PLAYER_HAPPY: A million times yes!

{0}_HAPPY: I’m so happy you said that!

{0}_HAPPY: After all this time, finally coming back together.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s been such a journey together this summer.

{0}_HAPPY: It felt like we kept getting pulled apart.

{0}_HAPPY: But there was never anyone else for me.

{0}_HAPPY: Honestly, this means the world to me, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can tell.

Amelia and Grace gasp with excitement.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was hoping you’d ask me.

{0}_HAPPY: I was waiting for the perfect moment.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I couldn’t dream of anything more perfect than being here with you tonight.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re so much more gorgeous than any of these flowers.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend!

{0}_HAPPY: I’m about to be the best boyfriend ever.

{0}_FLIRTY: You know those best teacher mugs?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yeah?

{0}_FLIRTY: You’ll be getting me a best bf one very soon.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Big statement.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m gonna nail it. I promise.

Kiss him

With the night sky twinkling above you, you lean slowly towards {0}.

He caresses your cheek and you kiss delicately, breathing in the moment.

This moment is etched into your love story forever. You wrap your arms around his neck and fall deeper into his lips.

You’re both smiling when you finally pull apart, staying locked in each other’s arms.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Pull him into a hug

With the moon as your backdrop, you pull {0} into a beautiful embrace.

You bury your head in his shoulder and feel him stroking the small of your back.

You stay locked in each other’s arms even when you break apart.

Neither one of you wanting this moment to end.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Agree with him

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’ll be wonderful.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Of that I’m so sure.

{0}_HAPPY: You and I, we’ll build the most beautiful relationship.

It’s a bit too soon

PLAYER_IDLE: I think it might be too soon for that.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Boyfriend is a huge step for me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Oh, ok.

Your fellow islanders look on awkwardly.

{0}_IDLE: I respect your decision of course.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I was hoping for a different outcome.

{0}_IDLE: I thought maybe we’d had enough time together to know.

{0}_HAPPY: But I can wait until you’re ready.

{0}_HAPPY: It has to be something we both want.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks for getting it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aw, you two.

GRACE_HAPPY: The cutest couple! Actually maybe not as cute as me and Oz.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Humble, Grace.

AMELIA_HAPPY: My heart.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that a tear, Amelia?

AMELIA_SURPRISED: It so totally is not.

TOBY_HAPPY: Are your eyes sweating then?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Nah, um onions or hayfever…

{0}_HAPPY: Excuses, excuses.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ok, ok, I’m happy crying for my sis.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Awwww.

OZZY_HAPPY: You two are good together. I see it, I really do.

AMELIA_IDLE: I got you, {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You have to do what feels natural.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Bit awks though.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Let’s banish the awkwardness.

OZZY_IDLE: {0} is still smiling, so I think he’s good.

TOBY_HAPPY: Couple-to-be.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Plenty of time to make things official when you get out of here.

{0}_HAPPY: How about it, {1}?

{0}_HAPPY: We’ve been on this journey since I stole you away and maybe stole your heart.

{0}_HAPPY: Be my girlfriend?

{0}_HAPPY: We’ve been on this journey since our first Casa Amor chat.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d like to make you my girl, if you’re keen?

{0}_HAPPY: We’ve been on this journey since our paths crossed in Casa Amor.

{0}_HAPPY: I think we were destined to meet.

{0}_HAPPY: Will you be my girlfriend?

A million times yes!

PLAYER_HAPPY: A million times yes!

{0}_HAPPY: I’m so happy you said that!

{0}_IDLE: I was gutted when you were pulled away for Casa Amor.

{0}_HAPPY: But I never stopped hoping we’d come back to each other.

{0}_HAPPY: Honestly, I’m feeling beyond lucky right now.

{0}_IDLE: I came alive when I first saw you in Casa Amor.

{0}_IDLE: I got the sense that everything was going to change, in the best way.

{0}_HAPPY: There was no looking back, and there was never going to be anyone else.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re all I’ve ever wanted in a partner, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: We can all see I’m punching and I’m made up you said yes.

{0}_HAPPY: Sorry I’m gushing. I’m just so chuffed right now.

{0}_IDLE: Meeting you has changed things for me, {1}.

{0}_IDLE: I feel like everything I’ve had in the past pales compared to the now with you.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re everything I’ve been searching the globe for, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m struggling to take in that you actually feel the same way as I do.

{0}_HAPPY: Or similar at least.

{0}_HAPPY: Sorry I’m rambling. I’m just over the moon right now.

Amelia and Grace gasp with excitement.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was hoping you’d ask me.

{0}_HAPPY: I was waiting for the perfect moment.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I couldn’t dream of anything more perfect than being here with you.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re so much more gorgeous than any of these flowers.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend!

{0}_HAPPY: I’m about to be the best boyfriend ever.

{0}_FLIRTY: You know those best teacher mugs?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yeah?

{0}_FLIRTY: You’ll be getting me a best bf one very soon.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Big statement.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m gonna nail it. I promise.

Kiss him

With the night sky twinkling above you, you lean slowly towards {0}.

He caresses your cheek and you kiss delicately, breathing in the moment.

This moment is etched into your love story forever. You wrap your arms around his neck and fall deeper into his lips.

You’re both smiling when you finally pull apart, staying locked in each other’s arms.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Pull him into a hug

With the moon as your backdrop, you pull {0} into a beautiful embrace.

You bury your head in his shoulder and feel him stroking the small of your back.

You stay locked in each other’s arms even when you break apart.

Neither one of you wanting this moment to end.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Agree with him

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’ll be wonderful.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Of that I’m so sure.

{0}_HAPPY: You and I, we’ll build the most beautiful relationship.

It’s a bit too soon

PLAYER_IDLE: I think it might be too soon for that.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Boyfriend is a huge step for me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Oh, ok.

Your fellow islanders look on awkwardly.

{0}_IDLE: I respect your decision of course.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I was hoping for a different outcome.

{0}_HAPPY: But I can wait until you’re ready.

{0}_HAPPY: It has to be something we both want.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks for getting it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aw, you two.

GRACE_HAPPY: The cutest couple! Actually maybe not as cute as me and Oz.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Humble, Grace.

AMELIA_HAPPY: My heart.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that a tear, Amelia?

AMELIA_SURPRISED: It so totally is not.

TOBY_HAPPY: Are your eyes sweating then?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Nah, um onions or hayfever…

{0}_HAPPY: Excuses, excuses.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ok, ok, I’m happy crying for my sis.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Awwww.

OZZY_HAPPY: You two are good together. I see it, I really do.

AMELIA_IDLE: I got you, {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You have to do what feels natural.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Bit awks though.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I don’t think it’s awkward.

OZZY_IDLE: {0} is still smiling, so I think he’s good.

TOBY_HAPPY: Couple-to-be.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Plenty of time to make things official when you get out of here.

{0}_HAPPY: What do you think?

{0}_FLIRTY: Wanna finally be exclusive?

Absolutely!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m ready to be exclusive!

{0}_HAPPY: I’m so happy you said that!

{0}_HAPPY: I almost can’t believe it to be honest, {1}.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’ve made a lot of mistakes this summer and I’d have got it if you’d said no.

{0}_IDLE: And I’ll never forget how lucky I am to have this chance with you.

{0}_IDLE: Thanks for taking a punt on us.

{0}_HAPPY: Honestly, this means so much to me, {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m so excited for a future together.

Amelia gasps with excitement. Grace tries to force a smile.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was hoping you’d ask me.

{0}_HAPPY: I was waiting for the perfect moment.

{0}_FLIRTY: And I think this is it.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re so much more gorgeous than any of these flowers.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s been an interesting journey, but I’m glad we made it to this point.

{0}_HAPPY: It has been a rollercoaster.

{0}_FLIRTY: I like rollercoasters.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yeah?

{0}_FLIRTY: But I promise it’ll be smooth sailing from now on.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Big statement.

{0}_HAPPY: Just us two. Ready to face the outside world together.

Kiss him

With the night sky twinkling above, you lean slowly towards {0}.

He caresses your cheek and you kiss delicately, breathing in the moment.

This moment is etched into your story forever. You wrap your arms around his neck and fall deeper into his lips.

You’re both smiling when you finally pull apart, staying locked in each other’s arms.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Even Grace manages a small smile.

Pull him into a hug

With the moon as your backdrop, you pull {0} into a beautiful embrace.

You bury your head in his shoulder and feel him stroking the small of your back.

You stay locked in each other’s arms even when you break apart.

Neither one of you wanting this moment to end.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Even Grace manages a small smile.

Agree with him

PLAYER_HAPPY: We’ve got this.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Of that I’m so sure.

{0}_HAPPY: You and I, we’ll build the most beautiful relationship.

It’s a bit too soon

PLAYER_IDLE: I think it might be too soon for that.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: We’ve had an interesting journey in here.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think we’re quite ready.

{0}_IDLE: Oh, ok.

Your fellow islanders look on awkwardly.

{0}_IDLE: I respect your decision of course.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I was hoping for a different outcome.

{0}_HAPPY: But I can wait until you’re ready.

{0}_HAPPY: It has to be something we both want.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks for getting it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aw, you two.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m genuinely happy for you both.

{0}_HAPPY: Same here.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: It’s good to see you happy, Oz.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I mean that.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: You do look happy together.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Can’t say I’m thrilled about this.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Certainly not how I imagined the future.

GRACE_HAPPY: But you two do look cute together.

GRACE_HAPPY: Would have to be a fool not to see that.

{0}_HAPPY: Thank you, Grace.

AMELIA_HAPPY: My heart.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that a tear, Amelia?

AMELIA_SURPRISED: It so totally is not.

TOBY_HAPPY: Are your eyes sweating then?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Nah, um onions or hayfever…

{0}_HAPPY: Excuses, excuses.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ok, ok, I’m happy crying for my sis.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Awwww.

AMELIA_IDLE: I got you, {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You have to do what feels natural.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Bit awks though.

{0}_HAPPY: I don’t think it’s awkward.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: {0} is still smiling, so I think he’s good.

TOBY_HAPPY: Exclusive-to-be.

{0}_HAPPY: Plenty of time to make things official when you get out of here.

{0}_FLIRTY: What we saying, {1}?

{0}_HAPPY: Ready to be exclusive?

Yes, I’m ready!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m saying yes! I want to be exclusive.

{0}_SURPRISED: Really?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course, why?

{0}_HAPPY: I’ve given every reason to say no haven’t I?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I came in here with a plan and it was the wrong plan.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: And my execution was all wrong and I botched things pretty badly.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I let my impulsiveness and insecurity cloud my judgement.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: And I made a whole series of mistakes. One in particular.

{0}_FLIRTY: No offence, Amelia.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: None taken. You were my summer mistake too, Marshall.

{0}_FLIRTY: Anyway, {1}, you’re way out of my league.

{0}_FLIRTY: And I want you to know that I’ll never forget how lucky I am to have you.

{0}_IDLE: I couldn’t be more excited for whatever wild journey we have together.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t predict where we’ll end up, but I know we’ll have fun!

{0}_HAPPY: You mean a lot to me, {1}. Even at this early stage.

Grace gasps with excitement. Amelia gives a genuine smile.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was hoping you’d ask me.

{0}_HAPPY: I was waiting for the perfect moment.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I couldn’t dream of anything more perfect than being here with you.

{0}_HAPPY: You really are more gorgeous than any of these flowers.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I sound so romantic! What’s happening to me?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You like me…

{0}_HAPPY: This is just the beginning for us.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah?

{0}_IDLE: Maybe we didn’t have the best start.

{0}_HAPPY: But it’s smooth sailing from now on, I swear.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Big statement.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s just you and me.

Kiss him

With the night sky twinkling above you, you lean slowly towards {0}.

He caresses your cheek and you kiss delicately, breathing in the moment.

This moment is etched into your story forever. You wrap your arms around his neck and fall deeper into his lips.

You’re both smiling when you finally pull apart, staying locked in each other’s arms.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Pull him into a hug

With the moon as your backdrop, you pull {0} into a beautiful embrace.

You bury your head in his shoulder and feel him stroking the small of your back.

You stay locked in each other’s arms even when you break apart.

Neither one of you wanting this moment to end.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Agree with him

PLAYER_HAPPY: We’ve got this.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Of that I’m so sure.

{0}_HAPPY: You and I, we’ll build the most beautiful relationship.

It’s a bit too soon

PLAYER_IDLE: I think it might be too soon for that.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: We’re not ready.

{0}_IDLE: Oh, ok.

Your fellow islanders look on awkwardly.

{0}_IDLE: I respect your decision of course.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I was hoping for a different outcome.

{0}_HAPPY: But I don’t blame you for wanting to wait.

{0}_IDLE: Our journey has only just begun.

{0}_HAPPY: This has to be something we both want.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks for getting it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aw, you two.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m genuinely happy for you both.

{0}_HAPPY: Same here.

OZZY_HAPPY: It’s good to see you happy, Marsh.

OZZY_IDLE: I mean that.

GRACE_HAPPY: Cuties.

{0}_HAPPY: We’re all good though, Amelia?

AMELIA_HAPPY: For sure.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that a tear, Amelia?

AMELIA_SURPRISED: It so totally is not.

TOBY_HAPPY: Are your eyes sweating then?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Nah, um onions or hayfever…

{0}_HAPPY: Excuses, excuses.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ok, ok, I’m happy crying for all of us.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Awwww.

AMELIA_IDLE: I got you, {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You have to do what feels natural.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Bit awks though.

{0}_HAPPY: I don’t think it’s awkward.

OZZY_HAPPY: {0} is still smiling, so I think he’s good.

TOBY_HAPPY: Exclusive-to-be.

{0}_HAPPY: Plenty of time to make things official when you get out of here.

AMELIA_HAPPY: This is such a dreamy night.

GRACE_HAPPY: I don’t want it to end.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I’ve got a text!

LITEXT: Islanders, it’s time for the grand final! Get in your couples for some last chats before the results… {0}BestSummerEver {1}ResultsRevealed

GRACE_HAPPY: One last girl gaggle?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Terrace?

{0}_HAPPY: To the terrace!

You and the girls settle down on the terrace for your last debrief before the results!

GRACE_HAPPY: Whew. I need to compose myself.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Me too.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I feel emotional already.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s been a big night.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m so pumped that we’re all here together, in the final!

{0}_HAPPY: We made it together.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Here we are!

{0}_FLIRTY: I feel like I already won.

{0}_HAPPY: Don’t need that money.

GRACE_HAPPY: I’ll take it then.

{0}_FLIRTY: Steady on. Said I don’t need, never said I don’t want it…

AMELIA_HAPPY: I’m still buzzing from those declarations to be honest.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I’m Toby’s girlfriend.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I’m dating an underwear model.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Lucky girl.

So happy for you

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m honestly so happy for you!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You two are made for each other, that’s clear to see.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I’m glad you think so!

AMELIA_HAPPY: It feels like a dream.

I do think it’s too soon

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s too soon.

PLAYER_IDLE: Boyfriend is a bit premature.

PLAYER_IDLE: You haven’t known each other long enough.

AMELIA_IDLE: I love you, but I disagree.

AMELIA_HAPPY: He’s for me, I know it.

Boring

PLAYER_IDLE: Boyfriend talk is boring.

AMELIA_IDLE: You gotta be joking.

AMELIA_HAPPY: We’re in the Love Island final.

AMELIA_HAPPY: We’re gonna be talking about our boys.

AMELIA_IDLE: Or girls.

GRACE_HAPPY: He’s so into you.

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s gross.

She blows Amelia a kiss.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Oi!

GRACE_HAPPY: I couldn’t help but say yes to Oz.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I know we haven’t been perfect.

GRACE_IDLE: I get that he hasn’t been very consistent.

GRACE_SAD: Obviously I’ve made some mistakes too.

{0}_IDLE: Ol’ Hamish?

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Do not remind me.

GRACE_IDLE: But there’s something in the air tonight.

GRACE_HAPPY: It’s all so magical.

GRACE_HAPPY: I wanted to say yes.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I hope it was the right decision for me, for us.

It’s right for you both

PLAYER_HAPPY: It was, Grace.

PLAYER_IDLE: Sure you’ve both had your moments.

PLAYER_HAPPY: But the fact that you’ve made it here together says everything.

AMELIA_HAPPY: She’s right. You gotta have faith in you two.

{0}_HAPPY: He’s really been trying.

AMELIA_IDLE: And if he messes up again, then we riot.

{0}_SERIOUS: No prisoners.

{0}_HAPPY: But he won’t!

Should’ve pied him

PLAYER_IDLE: Personally, I think you should’ve pied him.

PLAYER_IDLE: He’s had too many second chances.

GRACE_SURPRISED: I thought you said to be official with him?!

PLAYER_IDLE: You were on the spot, had to say something…

GRACE_IDLE: Well, I appreciate you looking out for me, {0}.

GRACE_SAD: I do get what you’re saying.

AMELIA_IDLE: You have to make your own choices though, Grace.

{0}_IDLE: Of course we all feel a bit protective.

{0}_HAPPY: But Oz is a good guy.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I do think he might have changed a lot during his time here.

GRACE_HAPPY: I really hope so.

Ugh, more boy talk

PLAYER_IDLE: Ugh, no more boy talk.

GRACE_IDLE: I like when we all give each other boy advice.

GRACE_IDLE: It makes me feel better having you girls round me.

AMELIA_HAPPY: We’re here for you, Grace.

AMELIA_IDLE: Even {0}. She’s just being contrary.

PLAYER_IDLE: Hmmmm.

{0}_IDLE: At the end of the day, you did what you felt was right.

AMELIA_HAPPY: He likes you! You like him!

AMELIA_HAPPY: You’re in the final together.

GRACE_HAPPY: Thanks, girls.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I appreciate you girls looking out for me back there.

GRACE_SAD: You’ve really got my back.

GRACE_SAD: Especially you, {0}.

GRACE_SAD: If you hadn’t spoken up I would have been official with him right not.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Just trying to look out for you.

{0}_SAD: Yeah, I guess he’s just not the one. You knew that deep down.

GRACE_SAD: Yeah, I did. I hope I didn’t hurt him.

GRACE_IDLE: But I’m glad it’s done and we can just get to the end as friends.

AMELIA_HAPPY: That’s the spirit!

GRACE_HAPPY: Love you girls.

{0}_HAPPY: We love you too!

GRACE_HAPPY: Marshall was cute, wasn’t he?

AMELIA_HAPPY: He was very sweet.

AMELIA_IDLE: I genuinely think he’s a great boy.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Who knows, maybe he could be good for you, Grace?

{0}_HAPPY: Be open to it.

{0}_FLIRTY: If you feel a vibe.

GRACE_IDLE: I am happy for you and Ozzy, {0}.

GRACE_SAD: But I guess part of me did think it would be me and him coupled up for the final.

I can understand that

PLAYER_IDLE: I can understand that, I hope you’re ok.

GRACE_IDLE: I will be, thank you, {0}.

GRACE_HAPPY: I’ll get over him, it might take some more time.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Focus on Marshall, and if he’s not for you…

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Just wait till we get out of here.

{0}_FLIRTY: I bet there are boys queuing up for a date with a gal like you.

GRACE_HAPPY: Yay! You’re all right.

He’s mine though

PLAYER_IDLE: Well, he’s mine though.

PLAYER_IDLE: It can’t be helped.

GRACE_IDLE: I know that. I’ll move on, I promise.

AMELIA_IDLE: We know you will.

{0}_IDLE: Put some focus on Marshall.

{0}_HAPPY: But first, straighten your crown!

GRACE_HAPPY: Thanks, girls.

You’re better with Marsh

PLAYER_HAPPY: I truly think you’re better with Marshall.

PLAYER_IDLE: Ozzy was never the boy for you.

GRACE_IDLE: I’m sure you’re right.

AMELIA_IDLE: You’re right where you’re supposed to be.

{0}_HAPPY: The future holds big things for you, Grace.

{0}_HAPPY: For all of us too.

{0}_HAPPY: I know I’m not loved up.

{0}_HAPPY: But it does feel great to be in the final with one of my besties.

GRACE_HAPPY: Platonic love is special too.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You two have the best energy.

{0}_HAPPY: But {1} is a sweetheart. I’m happy to be here with him.

{0}_HAPPY: I can see us being great friends.

{0}_FLIRTY: He said he’s always wanted to go to Australia too!

GRACE_HAPPY: You two have great bff energy.

{0}_IDLE: Sure there’s nothing romantic between me and {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: But I’m happy to be here with you girls.

{0}_FLIRTY: Course maybe I would’ve rather been in the final with somebody else.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oops.

She rolls her eyes jokily at you.

{0}_HAPPY: But I’m happy anyway.

AMELIA_HAPPY: What about {0} declaration though, {1}?

It was a dream

PLAYER_HAPPY: It felt like a dream come true.

PLAYER_HAPPY: The flowers, the dresses, the stars.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Standing up there with the one person I like the most.

You smile at {0}, she puts her hands up to her cheeks and smiles back.

{0}_HAPPY: I can’t stop smiling.

AMELIA_HAPPY: It was like a movie scene.

It was cringe

PLAYER_IDLE: I felt like it was a bit cringe, if I’m honest.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Oh what?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Oh, um.

{0}_IDLE: I definitely didn’t want it to be cringe.

{0}_FLIRTY: Guess I’m just a cringe girl when it comes to you.

I’m processing it all

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m still processing it all.

PLAYER_IDLE: It was a lot to take in.

{0}_IDLE: Hopefully in a good way.

AMELIA_IDLE: It’s definitely an overwhelming night.

AMELIA_HAPPY: But you’ve got {0} with you the whole way.

GRACE_HAPPY: And us.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I just gotta say it again, we’re in the final!

{0}_HAPPY: It doesn’t feel real!

GRACE_HAPPY: I wonder who will win.

GRACE_IDLE: I’m thinking it won’t be me and Oz.

GRACE_HAPPY: We’ve been a bit too rocky.

{0}_IDLE: You never know.

AMELIA_HAPPY: It absolutely could be you two!

GRACE_IDLE: I don’t think it’ll be me and Marshall.

GRACE_HAPPY: We’re a bit too new.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Pretty sure I don’t even know his favourite colour yet.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Let’s say tattoo ink green.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh dear…

AMELIA_HAPPY: I think you two are in with a chance!

{0}_HAPPY: You never know.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I think it’ll be any of you girls.

Amelia gestures over at you and {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You two would be incredible winners.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I’d cry.

{0}_HAPPY: Awwww, I think it could be you and Toby though!

It could be any of us

PLAYER_HAPPY: It really could be any of us.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We’re all worthy winners in our own ways.

PLAYER_IDLE: We’ve all had unique journeys.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We’ll just have to wait and see.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I couldn’t have said it any better.

GRACE_HAPPY: Damn right.

It’ll be me

PLAYER_IDLE: It’ll be me. I know it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Me and {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We’re the best couple.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’m not sure you’re supposed to say that out loud, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m happy that you’re so confident about us though.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Very confident.

GRACE_IDLE: We love a confident girl, I guess.

It won’t be me

PLAYER_IDLE: It won’t be me and {0}.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: You don’t know that!

{0}_IDLE: I hope we’ve got as much chance as anyone else in here.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m sure people will have seen our genuine connection.

GRACE_HAPPY: I think you’re wrong, {0}.

GRACE_HAPPY: You might be surprised.

PLAYER_IDLE: We’ll see.

GRACE_HAPPY: I guess I don’t really care who wins.

PLAYER_IDLE: How come?

GRACE_SAD: Well all I know is that I’m gonna miss all of you babes so much.

GRACE_SAD: Not waking up to your beautiful faces in the morning.

AMELIA_SAD: Aw stop, I didn’t wanna think about that.

{0}_SAD: I’ll miss getting ready together.

{0}_SAD: Our spontaneous girl chats.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re all the best.

GRACE_HAPPY: It wouldn’t have been the same without you girls.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Yeah the boys are ok, but I hope we all stay in contact.

GRACE_HAPPY: I can give you all the most fabulous hair makeovers of your lives.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Oh, yes please!

{0}_HAPPY: Girls’ trip to Australia?

GRACE_HAPPY: Can I meet a koala?

{0}_HAPPY: Oh sure, all Aussies have the koalas on speed dial don’t ya know?

GRACE_FLIRTY: Very funny.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m sure I can arrange a koala day.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re all coming to the ballet, right?

GRACE_HAPPY: I’d love to! Dress up all classy and sit in the front row?

{0}_FLIRTY: You can come backstage.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re all coming to my next Ibiza residency, right?

GRACE_HAPPY: I’ll be there, dancing wildly in front of the DJ booth.

{0}_FLIRTY: Maybe I’ll even let you girls stand up there with me.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Do you take requests? Because I will be asking every five seconds.

{0}_SERIOUS: No.

{0}_FLIRTY: But definitely for you though, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I was gonna say!

AMELIA_HAPPY: You really are all wonderful.

AMELIA_HAPPY: This has been the best summer ever.

Let’s have a hug

PLAYER_HAPPY: Let’s have a group hug, girls.

You pull the girls into a final group hug.

GRACE_SAD: Aw, I’m getting teary.

AMELIA_SAD: I’m off again.

{0}_SAD: I never cry but even I feel a little bit misty.

PLAYER_SAD: We’ll see each other again.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We’ll have a group chat.

GRACE_HAPPY: Perfect!

AMELIA_HAPPY: Great plan.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll pester each other with memes.

{0}_FLIRTY: Love Island memes.

I’ll miss you all

PLAYER_SAD: I’ll miss all of you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’ve all been part of my journey.

GRACE_HAPPY: We’ll still see each other all the time.

GRACE_HAPPY: I know it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You’re stuck with me.

{0}_HAPPY: And I’m pretty sure you’re stuck with me too.

{0}_HAPPY: Can’t break a bond like ours.

{0}_HAPPY: Best gals for life.

I won’t miss you

PLAYER_IDLE: I won’t miss you.

PLAYER_IDLE: We’ve been around each other too much.

AMELIA_IDLE: Oh, you don’t mean that.

GRACE_IDLE: I’ve loved it.

{0}_IDLE: I hope you’ll miss me.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, I say you can’t break a bond like ours.

{0}_HAPPY: Best gals for life.

I’ll miss the boys

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ll miss the boys.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Ew, you don’t mean that.

GRACE_IDLE: Us girls have got to stick together.

{0}_IDLE: I hope you’ll miss me!

{0}_FLIRTY: We’re so much cooler than the boys.

{0}_HAPPY: You know that, {1}.

GRACE_SAD: It must be time to head down to the Firepit.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I’m so nervous.

GRACE_HAPPY: But also excited.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I’ve got butterflies.

{0}_IDLE: Can we have one last chat, just us two?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course!

{0} pops his head through the door to the terrace.

{0}_IDLE: Sorry to interrupt.

{0}_HAPPY: Was hoping to pull {1} for a quick chat before the results.

AMELIA_HAPPY: We’ll meet you down there.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Come on then.

{0} leads you towards the gym.

You share an exercise mat, lying side-by-side under the starry sky.

{0}_HAPPY: I had to get you alone, just for a few moments before we face whatever comes next.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We can see the stars from here.

{0}_HAPPY: Exactly. I feel like they’ve really made an appearance tonight.

{0}_FLIRTY: For you.

{0}_HAPPY: I see them in your eyes.

Are you captivated?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Are you captivated by them?

{0}_FLIRTY: By them…

{0}_FLIRTY: By you…

{0}_HAPPY: And everything you do.

Let me blink them out

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, hang on. Let me blink them out.

{0}_HAPPY: You couldn’t, even if you wanted to.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Damn it.

They look better in yours

PLAYER_FLIRTY: They look better in your eyes.

{0}_FLIRTY: Not even close.

{0}_HAPPY: I brought you to the gym because we had our first proper chat here.

{0}_FLIRTY: I still remember you complimenting my abs.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh man, I did.

{0}_HAPPY: You were not impressed by my abs.

{0}_FLIRTY: Or maybe you were just pretending.

PLAYER_IDLE: You’ll never know…

{0}_HAPPY: Did you ever think we’d make it to this point together?

I had total faith

PLAYER_HAPPY: I had total faith in us.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I knew we’d make it here together.

{0}_HAPPY: Good, because there’s nobody I’d rather be with.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Even if I almost messed it up with the whole Grace situation.

{0}_IDLE: It’s you. I promise it’s you.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ve finally met my match.

Honestly, no

PLAYER_IDLE: Honestly?

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, don’t hold back.

PLAYER_IDLE: I didn’t think we’d make it.

{0}_SAD: I understand why you’d feel that way.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: The whole Grace situation was not fair.

{0}_IDLE: But I promise I’ve learnt from my mistakes.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ve battled all those twists and turns.

{0}_HAPPY: And here we are, back where it all started.

I wasn’t sure

PLAYER_IDLE: I wasn’t sure.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s hard to be sure in the Love Island Villa.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Plus, the whole Grace thing.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: She really isn’t on my mind.

{0}_IDLE: I want you, only you.

{0}_HAPPY: I know you’re the girl I want to be with.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s all been leading up to this point.

{0}_HAPPY: We’re moments away from finding out the winners.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I know, I can’t believe it!

{0}_IDLE: But we’re all so close to leaving the villa…

{0}_IDLE: That’s gonna be a bit weird, isn’t it?

I’ve got you with me

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ve got you by my side.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I feel like we can face anything.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Even though it’s going to be a lot.

{0}_HAPPY: Damn right you do.

{0}_FLIRTY: If you want me, I’m there.

{0}_HAPPY: Holding your hand the whole time.

I’m ready to get out

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m seriously ready to head home.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m ready for the outside world.

{0}_IDLE: I feel that. There are so many things we have to experience together.

{0}_HAPPY: But I’ll always love this place for bringing us together.

I’ll miss this place

PLAYER_SAD: I actually think I’ll miss this place.

PLAYER_IDLE: The friends, the sun, the pool, the drama.

{0}_HAPPY: The vibes?

PLAYER_HAPPY: The vibes for sure!

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll always have this incredible experience.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll always have these friends.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’ll make sure I always bring the vibes too.

{0} smiles and reaches out a hand to take yours.

Hold hands

You reach out and your hands clasp together.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ve got you, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ve got you too.

Smile back

You smile back at {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ve got this, {1}.

PLAYER_IDLE: I know.

{0} gives your hand a little squeeze.

{0}_IDLE: Let me tell you what I do when I need to feel calm and ready.

{0}_IDLE: I usually get the most nervous before an audition.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: It can be really intense and it’s even worse if you don’t get picked.

PLAYER_IDLE: So, how do you cope?

{0}_HAPPY: I have a pair of lucky socks…

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Socks?

{0}_HAPPY: Yep, socks!

{0}_IDLE: It might be a cliché, but they really do help.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Um, what kind of socks are they?

{0}_IDLE: They’re pretty regular socks, until you see the bottom of my feet.

{0}_HAPPY: They’ve got little friendly snakes on them.

{0}_HAPPY: Patrick the snake.

PLAYER_IDLE: Why snakes, and why Patrick?

{0} shifts uncomfortably beside you.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Well, it’s a bit embarrassing really.

{0}_IDLE: Especially because of how we were both acting towards each other.

PLAYER_IDLE: We? As in, you and I?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: No, Marshall and I.

{0}_HAPPY: When me and Marsh were younger, we really wanted a pet snake.

{0}_IDLE: But our mum was not keen.

{0}_HAPPY: So we adopted an imaginary snake.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Called Patrick?

{0}_HAPPY: You got it.

{0}_IDLE: He actually bought me the socks right before my first ever audition.

{0}_HAPPY: And I booked that job right away.

{0}_IDLE: Been wearing them whenever I need to feel lucky.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I wash them, of course…

{0}_IDLE: And that’s why Marshall has the snake tattoo on his arm.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Ah, of course!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Did you bring them with you?

{0}_FLIRTY: Guess you’d never be able to tell.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: True.

{0}_IDLE: They remind me of how close me and Marsh used to be.

{0}_SAD: Of how close I hope we can be again.

{0}_IDLE: And if I do have them with me…

{0}_FLIRTY: There’s a chance I’ve worn them when I’ve needed the courage to talk to you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh yeah?

{0}_HAPPY: I really care about you, {1}.

I love that story

PLAYER_HAPPY: I loved that story.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I feel so close to you.

{0}_HAPPY: I feel so close to you too, {1}.

{0}_IDLE: I wanted to take our minds off of the final for a moment.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It was perfect.

What was the point of that?

PLAYER_IDLE: What was the point of that story again?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: To tell you how I cope with nerves.

{0}_IDLE: To show you a little bit more of who I am.

{0}_HAPPY: And to take our mind off of the final for a moment.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, yeah.

{0}_HAPPY: I wish we could stay here.

{0}_HAPPY: I don’t want this to end.

{0}_SURPRISED: But I can see the others at the Firepit.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: We should go join them!

You and {0} walk towards the Firepit, still holding hands.

You and {0} walk towards the Firepit.

{0} leads you towards the loungers.

You share one, lying side-by-side under the starry sky.

{0}_HAPPY: I had to get you alone, just for a few moments before we face whatever comes next.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We can see the stars from here.

{0}_HAPPY: Exactly. I feel like they’ve really made an appearance tonight.

{0}_FLIRTY: For you.

{0}_HAPPY: I see them in your eyes.

Are you captivated?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Are you captivated by them?

{0}_FLIRTY: By them…

{0}_FLIRTY: By you…

{0}_HAPPY: And everything you do.

Let me blink them out

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, hang on. Let me blink them out.

{0}_HAPPY: You couldn’t, even if you wanted to.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Damn it.

They look better in yours

PLAYER_FLIRTY: They look better in your eyes.

{0}_FLIRTY: Not even close.

{0}_HAPPY: From Casa, to the final.

{0}_HAPPY: What a journey.

{0}_HAPPY: And now we’re exclusive.

{0}_IDLE: This is very unusual for me.

{0}_HAPPY: I never fall this fast.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that the truth?

{0}_IDLE: 100% the truth.

{0}_HAPPY: I can’t believe we’re here.

{0}_HAPPY: Feels like yesterday that I came into the villa and stole you away.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Maybe I wanted to be stolen.

{0}_FLIRTY: Feels like yesterday I saw you coming and stole my first chat with you.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You got to me before the others.

{0}_HAPPY: I must have made a pretty good impression.

{0}_HAPPY: Feels like yesterday that I first saw you in Casa.

{0}_FLIRTY: With your magnetic aura.

{0}_HAPPY: I couldn’t help but gravitate towards you.

{0}_HAPPY: Now you’re my girlfriend.

{0}_FLIRTY: I love saying that out loud.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Because it’s true.

{0}_HAPPY: We’re in the final together!

{0}_HAPPY: From Day 1, all the way to the end.

{0}_HAPPY: From Day 2, all the way to the end.

{0}_HAPPY: I get to stand there at the Firepit with you as my girlfriend.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We’re nearly there!

{0}_HAPPY: We’re in the final together!

{0}_FLIRTY: I was so excited for you to come back from Casa Amor.

{0}_HAPPY: I knew we would fit together so well.

{0}_FLIRTY: To be exclusive is just the best bonus.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I know!

{0}_HAPPY: We’re in the final!

{0}_FLIRTY: From pirates to prom dates.

{0}_HAPPY: To girlfriends!

PLAYER_HAPPY: What a wild ride.

{0}_HAPPY: I can’t believe we’re here!

{0}_HAPPY: We’re day one girls.

{0}_HAPPY: Now I get to stand at the Firepit with my girlfriend.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I know!

{0}_HAPPY: Did you ever think we’d make it to this point together?

I had total faith

PLAYER_HAPPY: I had total faith in us.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I knew we’d make it here together.

{0}_HAPPY: Good, because there’s nobody I’d rather be with.

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s you.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ve met my match.

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There’s nothing ironic about show choir (30/30)

Notes: And here we are. We’ve reached the end.

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Prompt: The beginning

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SIMON

The world doesn’t end when you lose Regionals. That’s what Penny says to me, and she’s right.

The world didn’t end. In fact, it’s the begin. My life after Watford it about to start. We’re still Ruta and Visit members for a few more hours. The choirs perform at graduation. This isn’t an annual thing, but Baz and I lobbied really hard for it. Baz has been pushed back to the background, though, but he’s fine with it. He wrote the song that Vitis performs, but this time not necessarily for himself to sing. Agatha got the lead after Pippa fell ill, so he’s happy to sway behind her.

I still am on lead. It’s my last time as a Ruta soloist. I’m ready.

Baz and Penny tie for who’s the best student, so they give a joint speech. Baz talks about how much his mother loved Watford, especially Vitis. Penny talks about how Watford allowed her to strive, also in Ruta. Once they’re done I give Penny a big hug and Baz a kiss.

Then it’s time for the ceremony.

Gran’s weeping loudly. My uncle is rubbing her back and he keeps handing her tissues. She isn’t the only one, though. Ebb is also crying non-stop. The Bunces and the Wellbeloves are more composed, although Diana definitely loses with when Agatha accepts her diploma.

Mitali increases the volume her voice with magic when she says: “Congratulations to all the ex-students!”

Ex-students. It’s true. I am an ex-student. I have my diploma in my hand.

I talk to my family, biological and not, but at one point Baz taps my shoulder.

“Shall we?” he asks.

“See you tonight, boys!” gran says. It’s true. After the Leaver’s Ball we’re going to my gran’s. But first Baz’s dad is going to help us with moving out of the room.

Our beds are back in their original position. Our closets and cabinets are empty. The walls that were adorned with choir merch are bare. Baz’s dad is using magic to move all the boxes to the car, so we’re left alone for now.

The two of us stand in the doorway. I lean my head on Baz’s shoulder.

“That’s it,” I say.

“Yes,” he says solemnly, “It’s over. We’re alumni, Watford and choir.”

We can always come back, but it’s not the same.

“Come on, let’s get out of here. We need to get ready for the Leaver’s Ball,” Baz says. He’s had a suit ready for ages.

I close the door behind us, and it’s weird how your life just changes like that. You close a door, and it’s over. But we have a shared future to look forward to and not being in choir doesn’t mean we can’t sing anymore. We have a lot of duets ahead of us, and now that we’re no longer competition, I am going to sing a whole lot of sappy songs with him.

We walk downstairs, hand-in-hand, and we’re already humming a tune.

End notes: And that’s it! Thank you @carryon-countdown for hosting another year, and thank you to readers for coming along on this silly ride. I had a blast writing this. It’s definitely very self-indulgent (I laughed a lot when I put Glee references in this fic) (It beats a lousy trophy, don’t you think? - Baz and Blaine) and I am happy that others loved it as well. If you like the idea of Glee and Carry On, I am writing an actual crossover with Klaine and Snowbaz called Hold on to that feeling, where Simon and Baz get transported into season 2 of Glee. I don’t know when it will see the light of day, but it will be written. That is a threat. To me.

Oh, and lastly, thank you to Junichi Masuda, Gō Ichinose, Minako Adachi, Toby Fox and Hitomi Sato for composing one of the best fucking Pokémon OST ever.

#carry on countdown #COC 2022 #carry on #simon snow series #snowbaz #holy fuck I wrote #2022 #multichaptered

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talyns-fanfics · 1 year

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An Eye For an Eye, a Leg For a Leg

A Shot In The Heart Doesn’t Make It Unbreak

Kingdom Hearts

Ventus x Seeker of Darkness!reader

Whatever happened to the young, young lovers? One got shot and the other got lost in drugs and punks and blood on the street, blood on her knees, bloody history.

With Terra no where to be seen, Aqua lost in the Realm of Darkness, and Ventus asleep, Y/N has fallen into darkness, joining the Real Organization XIII.

Warnings: angst (happy ending), age complications, villain!reader (reforms), sappy

(Y/N) hadn’t seen her friends in over a decade at this point. She felt so disconnected at this point that she had lost the ability to use her keyblade. She just wonders the worlds, just minding her time until the inevitable end.

The VII and The XIII are all at the Keyblade Graveyard at this point. Xehanort had the 7 light shards and he now just needed the 13 shards of darkness.

Ventus and Aqua had rested up from their fight with Vanitas and Terra-Xehanort. Both of them and Terra we’re making their way thought the maze to find Sora, but were stopped by another Organization member blocking their way. Their hood was up, so the group couldn’t see their face.

“Let us go!” Aqua shouted at the figure. Said figure walked closer, giving the group a better look at them and their weapon. It was Terra’s Keyblade that he made and passed down to Ventus. Dark magic might have surrounded it, but it was the same exact keyblade.

“What are you doing with that?!” Terra demanded to know. “Only my friends are allowed to touch that!” The cloaked figure practically zoomed until they were behind Terra and Aqua, knocking them out cold with one keyblade swing.

Venture watches as his friends lay unconscious on the ground. He summons his own keyblade before charging at the figure. The two swung their weapons at each other. The two clanked against each other as the hood fell off, allowing Ventus to see who he was fighting.

It was (Y/N). A little older, but still her…

At one point, she was found by Young Xehanort, who gave her a place in his Organization. He had gave her a wooden keyblade infused with his own powers to help her fight, the same keyblade she was using right now.

Ventus gasps, recognizing her. “(Y/N)? Why are helping Xehanort?” He jumps away from her as she swings again. “Helping Xehanort?” She scoffs, “I am Xehanort.” He looks into her eyes, seeing the yellow in place of the normal (eye color). Ventus was blinded by a rage. Xehanort had went to far this time.

“Then I will have to get you out!” Ventus yells as the two were thrown into a battle…

After a while of fighting, Ventus and (Y/N)-Xehanort were exhausted. A heartless shows up and phases into (Y/N)’s body, kicking out that part of Xehanort. (Y/N) collapses onto the ground.

Ventus crawls over to her, pulling her into his arms. He notices a (favorite color) Wayfinder hanging from around her neck. He gently hold it in one hand as his other arm gently held her close.

Aqua and Terra had finally woken up and looked over to Ventus. They look down, seeing (Y/N) unconscious in his arms. She coughs, waking up. The four were enveloped in each other’s embrace, crying with each other. (Y/N) smiles for the first time in a decade. Her original keyblade appears in her hand, but with subtle accents of orange, blue, green, and (favorite color).

She earned it…

Extra:

Back at Yen Sid’s place, (Y/N) had an abnormal request. “It’s very difficult to change someone’s age, (Y/N).” She walks up closer to his desk. “Please, Master Yen Sid. I’m 25 and Ventus has been 15 for the longest. I just want our ages to match up so we can still be together.” (Y/N) tried pleading her case to the wizard.

He stands up from his desk, walking over to (Y/N). “I may not be able to age Ventus, but I can bring you back to his age.” He gently places a hand to her shoulder. “I just want things back to the way they were. Back when me and Ven…” she trailed off, but Yen Sid understood what she wanted. “Ah, love. It complicated, young (Y/N), but I’ll help you.”

Ventus watches as a portal opened up in the sky above. He sees (Y/N) flying out from it, down to The Land of Departure. He rushes out of his room. “Aqua! Terra!” He runs through the halls, trying to get their attention. “(Y/N)’s back!!” The three knew she left to see Yen Sid, but they didn’t know what for.

The three made it outside of the castle just as (Y/N) landed. Her armor and craft disappeared, leaving a 15 year old (Y/N). She softly smiles at the group as Ventus ran up to hug her. It was all back the way it was.

#talyns fanfics #kingdom hearts #ventus x reader #kingdom hearts x reader #wayfinder #Wayfinder trio x reader #wayfinder trio #Spotify #SoundCloud

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always-andromeda · 1 year

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okay sorry for being annoying but I had to pop back in and say I am loving reading everyone's crushes!

some of the answers reminded me that I also went through an ahkmenrah phase. like we he came out of that tomb and took the wrappings off he really had me like 😳

and omg boo radley my beloved!!!!!!! how could I forget you!!!!! yeah, show me a strange and reclusive character and I'll be just like lilo pointing to stitch in the animal shelter and saying with so much conviction "yes, he's good. I can tell."

oh and also also also I highly recommend treasure planet!! maybe it's the nostalgia coloring my view of it (I watched that film so much as a kid, which kind of might explain a lot about me lmao), but I think it's incredible! the animation is beautiful, the story is very different than your classic disney fare, and it's super touching (I cry every time I watch it, but I also tend to get sappy at movies). oh and "I'm still here" by john rzeznik is one of the best songs ever written for a film and I stand by that (also the scene it plays during is heartbreaking, but like, in the best way?)

okay that's it! sorry for rambling on! I hope your day has been lovely! 💙

Never ever be sorry for popping into my inbox!! I promise you, it makes me absolutely giddy whenever you share!! I love hearing everyone's different stories too. 🥰

And on Treasure Planet, I've heard so much about it in terms of like it's placement in Disney's post-Renaissance era and it's significance to the history of the company but I've never managed to actually get around to watching it, lmao. But I'll definitely add it to my list for the next time I feel like watching something animated!!

Thank you for rambling!! Hope you've had a lovely day as well!! 💖

#˚ʚ ask meda ɞ˚

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imrowanartist · 2 years

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Oh no!!! I'm sorry that you're sick! I hope you get feeling better soon. And I guess as a way to help with the boredom I've got kind of a long list for Yara if you're willing

#1, #5, #8, #9, #17, #21, #22, #23

I love Yara so much and I'd love to read more about him! (please don't feel obligated to answer all of these, I know it's a lot XD)

--eyayah-oya

@eyayah-oya

OC Ask Prompts

I am just being a baby about having a cold XD

But I will definitely use that as an excuse to answer al of these about my precious Yara!

I'm gonna put the answer to 1. under the cut, since it involves spoilers for Deference for Darkness. So it's up to you if you want to read it or not ^^

5. How affectionate are they? What are their top love languages?

At first Yara isn't very affectionate, mostly because he's very shy and socially awkward. He prefers tech over people, touch makes him uncomfortable and he generally prefers to be ignored. The longer he stays with Halo, the more he opens up, though! He still won't be affectionate with anyone he doesn't know well, but with Nova, Purrgil and a few others from Halo he feels safe. He's still not usually the one to initiate physical contact, but he does allow it. He doesn't fully come out of his shell until after Order 66, when he's living with Mij, Nuts and the rest of their clan. His top love languages are, words of affirmation and quality time :)

8. What will always make them smile? What will always make them cry?

Anything tech will always make Yara smile! Ask him to fix something, to improve something and he'll be happy. Nuts is also very good at making him smile with his snarky comments and silly antics. There's a person important to him whom Yara loses at some point. Thinking about that will always make him cry.

9. What was their first kiss like?

Ooohh boy... Yara's first kiss is actually with Nuts XD They're both recovering in the care of Mij Gilamar, very much physically and emotionally damaged from everything that happened during Order 66. There's a moment where they're comforting each other and on a whim Yara just...kisses Nuts. He's very awkward and embarrassed about it, but Nuts kisses him back. Then they basically sit back and go...nah that ain't it. They prefer to be friends lol.

17. Do they consider themselves to be romantic? Why or why not?

Yara doesn't consider himself to be romantic, but probably is? He'd be the kinda person to leave sappy notes for his partner to find and hold hands etc. Nuts loves to tease him about it.

21. What are they most afraid of? What made them fear this?

Early on? Being decommissioned. Especially after he loses half his hearing early on after being deployed and ends up with nerve damage in his hands (he loses the rest of his hearing towards the end of the war). Nova and Purrgil promised to protect him, but it doesn't take his fear away completely. Post O66 he is most afraid of the Empire coming for their clan, since they're all deserters.

22. What is something others admire about them? Are they aware that people admire them for this?

His family very much admires his ability to adapt. Especially Mij is very proud of how quickly Yara has learned to lip read, how he has taught himself to live with his disability and how he makes the most with what he has. He's not specifically aware they admire him for this, though he knows his buir is proud of him <3

23. Where would they fall on a politeness/rudness scale of 1-10 (1 being the most polite and 10 being the rudest)?

2. The only reason it's not 1, is because later on he learns to stand up for himself more and sometimes snarks at nat-borns who disrespect him XD

Thank you for all the questions! I feel like I learned some new things about Yara as well!

1. Who are they closest to? How did they meet and what do they like to do together?

Yara is closest to Jinn. Jinn has taken care of Yara since he was a tiny cadet on Kamino who showed more interest in tech than in fighting. They met when Jinn found Yara hiding in a supply closet, trying to hack his own training results so he wouldn't be decommisioned. Jinn watched after him after that, named him and stepped in once or twice when other cadets tried to bully him. Jinn loves languages and reading about different cultures, Yara loves listening to him. After Jinn gets deployed, Yara hacks his own files to change his age and assigns himself to Halo Company as well, a full two years before his training is supposed to be finished.

Jinn's death absolutely crushes Yara and it takes a while for him to get close to anyone again after that. Nova pairs him up with Purrgil intentionally, so they can keep an eye on each other, which works. After Order 66 he is closest with Nuts. They like to watch holo dramas together, especially detective ones and try to guess the plot twists and throw shade. Nuts also likes to drag Yara along into his crazy plans.

#ro talks #clone trooper yara #the clone wars #the road to concordia au #ask game #clone ship #sort of #very minor

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sunlitmcgee · 2 years

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A Simple Thanks

Typing this up the day before my graduation so it isn’t too rushed. It’s long, but if you’ve followed me from AO3 or just chill on my blog in general, feel free to glance under the cut and to witness my sappy rambles.

So...me, huh? Most of you know me. Most of you probably only know me through my various endnote rants on my AO3 works. You know my thoughts on the block people, mainly. As well as perhaps very vague details about my traumas and how they’ve influenced my views of the block people story, specifically c!Tommy and all he represents. I have always tried to be vague in those rambles. For privacy reasons, mainly. But also just coz I know that I don’t owe you guys anything more than what’s written in my silly little fics and the triggers in the notes on the top.

But, as I’m sure a few of you have noticed, I am actually gonna be graduating from high school soon. Tomorrow, to be precise! Crazy, ain’t it? Bet at least a few of you are surprised to know that the guy behind those feelsy fluffy stories is barely an Adult TM.

Or maybe you aren’t surprised. IDK.

Adult. I am an adult. I was not an adult when I first started on my fics. When I started on Heal What Has Been Hurt, I was still not yet an adult. I have become an adult over the course of me writing the story, as well as others like it, but even still, I am only just now taking that government-mandated right of passage into proper independant adulthood. I ain’t a kid anymore! And boy, that’s fucking terrifying.

I’ve grown a lot, since I found the Dream SMP.

I’ve learned a lot about myself. About my traumas. About my past relationships. Both through the canon source material, and through the hours and hours and hours spent tip tapping away on my phone or keyboard as I poured a bit of my soul out into a Google Doc and sent it off for the world to see.

I haven’t been shy about how bitter I am towards DSMP canon. You all know my thoughts. CCs cut the shit and treat the abuse plotline with respect, c!emerald duo die in a hole, c!beeduo be nice to the boyo again or so help me I’mma disown yo asses, etc, etc...

But...despite all of that...I am genuinely so happy that I discovered this story. That I met these characters. That I got to see them, know them, watch them struggle and fall utterly in love with everything they had to say. C!Benchtrio are my darlings forever. And no amount of horrible writing can ever take that away from me. And no amount of horrible writing will ever stop me from loving them enough to write them over and over in my own stories, whether it be in something long running like HWHBH, or shorter one shots where I just get to have them there As I Fell In Love With Them, and hopefully in such a way to where you all can still Be In Love With Them, regardless of canon or ccs being stupid.

I’m glad I am in this fandom. I am never going to leave. I am never going to stop writing, for myself firstly, and for all you lovely people secondly.

Even if I get busy with adult things.

Even if I get worn out and need to take breaks.

Even if I cry about lore every time I think of it to the point where I get a headache, I will NEVER give up on the DSMP as a whole. Nor will I stop writing for it. Nor will I stop loving what it meant before the ccs gave up.

And it’s gonna sound cheesy, i know. But were it not for all of your kind words of support, I doubt I’d ever have stuck with this story for as long as I have, nor that I would’ve ever come to love making stories of my own like I did long before my own exile.

And for that, I simple say, “Thank you. For being quite pog.”

But yeah. That’s all. I’mma go stand in a football field in a stupid robe now. Wish me luck, yall! :D

#rambles #HWHBH #writing stuff

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aetheternity · 3 years

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My wifey, my best friend

Synopsis: Draken knew two things in his life for sure. One, that his best friend was a virgin and two, that he had a thing for his best girl. So he decides to kill two birds with one stone.

Disclaimer: Fem reader, Unprotected sex, kinda not really a threesome, Oral sex (m recieving), and voyeurism are all present in this. (Minors dni)

It wasn’t hard to see. Draken’s girl had always been a sight for every man’s eyes. Even before they’d gotten together. She got attention for the way she presented herself, her face, her body and overall just how chill of a person she was. Because while she looked mean (and honestly she could be at times). She was always ready to defend anyone in her squad.

And very often that meant Mikey. Which Draken had always been thankful for seeing as once he had the help he didn’t know how he’d done it by himself for so long. But he didn’t miss how much quicker his girlfriend got violent when it came to Mikey and vise versa. Didn't miss the prolonged smiling between them or the way they were somehow always touching.

Didn’t matter how much she’d deny it when he’d call her out. Her eye roll adorable despite the clear deception behind her words. The flush of her cheeks, dilated pupils and nervous laughter all giving her away. She wasn’t just into Draken.

She was into Mikey too. She just didn’t seem to see what he saw.

At first it had been a bit of a sore subject filling his brain. His girl and his friend had the same feelings for each other? Well he knew you wouldn’t cheat on him, you’d always been such a sappy romantic. Crying over love stories you’d read online and forcing him to watch movies that were far too long for just a stupid kiss at the end.

And he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Mikey wasn’t a concern. But every time he saw you two together it seemed as though you’d gotten even closer than the last time. Which eventually became the basis for a plan.

“Hey.” Draken’s braid hung down the back of your couch as he called to you where you stood in the kitchen filling a big bowl with an assortment of chips and popcorn.

“Hey.” You mimic his deep voice with a giggle coming over and setting the bowl in his lap.

“Did you have fun with Mikey today?” He asked pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“Yup. Me, Mikey, and Emma had a lovely day out today.” You tossed a kernel of popcorn into your mouth with a snicker.

“Don’t be like that. You know I’m not asking because I'm jealous.” His hair tickled the side of your face as he leaned in closer brushing stray strands of hair back from your cheeks.

“No no, I know Ken Ken.”

His breath flushed over your cheeks and nose when you met his eyes. You brushed your fingertips up the side of his head to trace his tattoo. His hands meeting your waist, fingers threading over the small of your back while he kissed you. And you returned the affection with every bit of eagerness that flooded your body.

“What do you have going on Saturday?” He asked as he pulled away

Your smile was warm, eyes practically twinkling as you said, “I don’t know whatever you’re doing I guess.”

“You, me, Mikey, Mario Kart.” He suggests

“That sounds so fun.” You place a kernel of popcorn on his tongue before turning to flip on the movie pulled up on the DVD player.

“What is this?” Draken grumbled over the snack in his mouth. His demeanor quickly shifting.

“I told you I was finally gonna show you The Notebook tonight.” You replied and Draken resisted his urge to groan as you cuddled up to his side fishing a couple chips out of the bowl still in his lap.

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Saturday morning Draken had arrived at your house at eleven am. He’d set everything up. You thought Mikey was coming at one but Draken had told him eleven knowing that he probably wouldn’t actually get there till twelve.

He’d helped you carry the bulky consoles and teased you all morning just so he could get you here. Right now at 11:45 am, your ass pressed between his bare thighs, socked feet tickling his bare knees, with your panties hanging off one foot as you worked your body up and down his length. The steady claps of your skin meeting creating a beautiful noise that bounced off the drab paint job in your living room.

His name left your lips with a chorus of pleas. Pleas for his attention to your clit. Pleas for his thrusts to be harder. All greedy and messy while you gripped his shoulders tight for some form of stability.

“Come on Darling, you can do it.” He replies thickly, the fingers he has sinking into the smooth flesh of your back hurt but the tighter it gets the more he’s enjoying it. “You’re doing so well.” He groans

He slips a hand under your tee shirt looking for a better angle. His thighs spread and just for a couple seconds he indulges his good girl a little more. Feeds into your anxious cries as you whine about needing your orgasm so bad. Cock brushing against your cervix while you greedily weep for more.

“Take it then.” He tells you breathily, head tilted back to show off the bob of his adam’s apple. His groans a little deeper as you work him up so close. Cunt squeezing so perfectly around him. Strands of his hair stuck to his forehead from the accumulation of sweat. “I want you to make yourself cum, Darling.”

Your fingers twist into his shirt at every slam of his hips. Wandering hands drifting up to cup your breasts through your bra before coming back down to your hips.

You clearly can’t hear it. Too lost in bliss but the subtle click of the door opening and closing isn’t lost on Draken at all. He never stops feeding you his cock though. Not as the taps of footsteps get louder, not as the pounding in his chest gets a little harder and not even when Mikey is standing right in front of the two of you.

“Name, Ken ch-”

Mikey freezes and your eyes fly open thrashing around to grab the blanket at the end of the couch to cover your lower half. “Oh my god Mikey!” Mikey stays quiet though his eyes grow dark, lips parted as he stares at the two of you. “Mikey, I thought you weren’t coming till one..” You huff, hand over your forehead and eyelids as you clutch the blanket a little tighter with one hand.

“Are you saying you’re upset that he’s here early?” Two sets of eyes fall on Draken. He has yet to let go of your hips as you sit in his lap still fully seated on his dick with his best friend standing only a couple feet away.

“Not this again Ken..” Your words drift away as the palm of his thumb slips beneath the blanket to slide smoothly over your swollen clit. Surprisingly Mikey doesn’t make a move to leave. Feet seemingly stuck in their current position.

He leans toward your ear though it's still loud enough for Mikey to hear. “Are you trying to tell me you didn’t squeeze my cock when Mikey walked in? Are you saying you don't like his eyes on you while I make you a mess?”

“Wha.. Ke-” A breathy gasp leaves your lips.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Mikey finally finds his voice though it lacks the malice he usual manages to possess.

"You might as well stay while we finish. She's almost done."

Draken spreads your thighs with one arm pulling one of your ankles up till it’s resting partially against his shoulder and partially against the back of the couch. Slowly but surely the blanket begins to slip off your lower half exposing you slightly to Mikey. With your other leg resting against his; he thrust into you so deep that it creates a noticeable bulge in your stomach for just a split second.

A couple whimpers flutter off your lips and you try to slightly steady yourself as Draken guides his length into you without even the slightest hesitation. The couch shudders with loud creaks as if it's protesting the rough pace Draken has set never taking his eyes off a still shocked Mikey.

"Have you ever thought of fucking her like this?" Draken asks his voice husky and thick over your moans.

You're almost unabashed in the way you look over to Mikey with tears welling against the corners of your eyes. Thigh tensing with every rough pound of Draken's hips.

"K-ken.." You try only to gasp. It makes Mikey's hand fly to his tee shirt trying his best to cover what was so obviously growing right before you and Draken's eyes.

"I want to watch as Mikey fucks you." Draken finally admits. "Would you want that darling? Want Mikey to pound your pretty pussy like I always do?"

"Mm close.." You cry, lips trembling and wet as you throw your head back. Your fingers twist in Draken's shirt, leg twitching awkwardly by his head.

Mikey's lips hang open. His breathing raspy as your whole body tremors. You lean forward in Draken's grasp pushing him even deeper inside you as you cry over and over, "M' cumming K-ken.."

Draken lets his head fall back against the couch as you milk him while you're trapped in your own euphoria. His dick twitching through the intense groans you pull from his chest. When he's finished he places a gentle hand on your stomach.

"Will you take care of Mikey now?" He lifts your body off of him, placing you next to him.

"You want me to fuck your girlfriend? Have you lost it?" Mikey asks, cheeks stained a bright pink.

"Yeah, I'm giving you permission to show, Name a good time while I watch."

Mikey looks over to you. Slowly but surely you extend your hand to him looking at Draken for any bit of hesitation on his part. He hesitants and then his sandals are clicking against the hardwood as Draken motions for him to get between your legs. Mikey's eyes wide with attention as he stares down at you, hands stiff at his sides.

You look to Draken again who's pulled off his shirt by this point; laying back against the couch to rub his softened cock back to life. "Kiss him." Draken nods to Mikey who's basically stone at this point.

"C-can I?" You sit up pressing your hands to his cheeks immediately delighted by the strands of hair delicately brushing against the knuckles of your fingers.

When you lean into him, he presses forward. Hands reaching for the back of the couch for support. His lips are cold. Not at all what you'd thought they'd be. Hesitant, a little shaky and over all cute.

You couldn't help but trace the shape with your tongue. They were smaller than Draken's that part was obvious and more gentle too as though he was scared he could hurt you from just a small kiss. When you pushed him a little further coaxing his lips apart he conceded for you. With a heavy breath he slid one hand down to your face, Adam's apple bobbing where you could see it through your peripherals.

When your tongue slid into his mouth he took a deep breath cautious as you prodded forward with your tongue. And just as soon you were pulling away.

Draken added pressure to his tip with his thumb before sliding his hand back down his shaft in a smooth motion. "Take her shirt off." He instructed

Not only were Mikey's lips cold but his fingertips were also slightly cold as they slipped under your shirt with shaky hands. When you reached for Mikey's shirt Draken tsked,

"Be careful with him. He's still a virgin."

Mikey gritted his teeth in Draken's direction but ultimately said nothing. Weirdly enough that information broke the tension still present in your shoulders.

"Aw Mikey that's ok." He raised his arms as you slipped his dark blue shirt over his elbows, allowing it to join your already discarded clothes in the growing pile.

Though a part of you was slightly curious about whether or not it was by his own choice. With a bit more confidence now you slid your back up the couch a bit pulling Mikey in by the hem of his shorts. Without a second thought you reached behind your back to discard your bra bringing Mikey's free hands up to massage your breasts.

The little gasp he let out was so endearing, eyes clouded with tenderness and lust. Draken snickered at his end of the couch, "How's it feel to touch boobs for the first time?"

"Shut up." Mikey grunted

With your guidance he gingerly twisted and pulled at your taut nipples earning a sweet gasp as a reward. Meanwhile your hands curved up and down his physique, enamored by the touch his abs had just beneath your finger tips. So rough yet smooth and soft as they expanded and contracted for each of his breaths.

Not wanting to waste a second more you gestured to the band of Mikey's shorts, "Is this ok?" And once he nodded you pulled the string loose letting them fall to the ground with his boxers soon following.

Unsurprisingly he was smaller than Draken but he was thicker than you'd imagined. Pretty in both size and color with a much more rounded tip than Draken.

You looked up to Mikey's face. His attention elsewhere as you wrapped a warm hand around the base of his cock. "It's so pretty." You mumbled with a giggle when that gorgeous pink took full color against his cheeks. "I want to put it in my mouth. Can I?"

The bob of Mikey's Adam's apple didn't go unnoticed by you. The way sweat was already starting to appear on his forehead making you smile as he silently moved his hips closer to your mouth.

The hiss that slipped past his lips when you pressed your tongue to his tip and circled it gathering the precum sliding down was precious. And it dawned on you as if you hadn't remembered before that this was Mikey's first blow job.

The famous Mikey was getting his first right here and now. It pushed you further, you left wet open mouthed kisses all over his shaft before letting every sweet inch of him into your mouth. Delicately and steadily over his shaft till you were kissing his pelvic bone.

Never in all the years you had known Mikey had you ever seen him be so cute. His mouth was open for every panting breath he could muster trying and failing to catch his breath. His cheeks an even deeper pink than before and his eyes shut impossibly tight.

He reached out for the back of the sofa as you slowly pulled your mouth back before edging him all the way down your throat again.

"Oh God.." He choked out

Draken's laugh was boisterous the hand that was on his cock now slapped over his mouth as he tried to contain himself. "Darling you can't see from this angle but his face is perfect." He grins

You know it's bad when the only response Mikey gives to this is a loud gasp. His nails digging into the cushions behind you with a heavy grunt.

Draken leaned forward twisting his fingers into your hair gently to guide your head back and forth a little faster. "You look gorgeous, keep going."

Mikey's whimpers fill your ears and spit trickles over your lips. Your tongue swirling over the prominent veins at the base of his cock as you work him up with just your mouth. Curses flying off his lips at an exponentially higher rate.

"Doesn't she have such an amazing mouth?" Draken groaned hand resuming its earlier work.

Mikey could only hum lost in bliss with each thrust of his hips. He managed to angle himself deeper down your throat, reaching out to card strands of your hair back as well as he pushes his cock as far as it could go.

"Shit.. sh-it I think I'm gonna.."

Draken pulled your lips off surprisingly harshly. Fingers still deep in your hair as he guided your thighs open for Mikey. Cum from Draken's earlier orgasm still stained your thighs as Draken pushed Mikey forward by the small of his back.

The angle was kind of weird, especially for a first time but it did help Mikey align better and slowly but surely he was pushing inside. The fill of his cock pressing inside of you left you feeling a bit dazed and your eyes fluttered close. Nails finding purchase on his shoulder blades.

His forehead soon met yours, hitched breaths from his lips flush against your face. "Shit.." He heaved almost breathless.

"Yeah she'll do that to you." Draken grinned. You couldn't tell if it was your heartbeat or his pounding in your ear but you soon regained enough consciousness to wrap your legs around his waist.

"You ok?" He asked, eyelids fluttering open.

"Yeah. Feels good." You reply with a concentrated breath.

Mikey's hand slammed down against the couch cushion as he slowly began to move sucked in by your warm cunt. Every inch of his dick snug inside you. In a way that was so different from the earlier feeling of your mouth.

"Mikey.." You huffed trying not to lose it completely whenever he bottomed out. He wasn't long enough to touch your cervix but every inch of him was so obviously present inside you. Grazing your walls like they were built just for his cock.

"Angle your hips to the right a little." You could hear Draken's voice. All deep and husky like it always got when he was in the mood.

Mikey did as he was told, adjusting his hips till his dick perfectly pressed into your g-spot. You couldn't help it now your head falling back and your thighs shaking when he thrusted right into that spot.

"God.. f-uck.." Mikey grunted

"You're doing so well.." You mewled brushing his blond hair back where it was starting to stick to his face. "It feels.. s'good.."

Your thighs tensed as he started to speed up a tremble setting in his shoulders. You already knew what that meant. Bringing a hand under his chin to pull his lips into yours. The sounds of both Mikey and Draken settling in your ears as you felt the beginnings of the coil tightening in your stomach.

"Mm gonna cum.." Mikey moaned

The feeling of his cock twitching inside of you had you gripping him like a lifeline and he did the same. His arms wrapped around your waist as he emptied himself inside your fluttering walls.

"Oh God.." You sighed

His body continued to tremble, eyes far gone as you held his face to look at him. "You ok?" You giggled, still attempting to catch your breath.

"Draken was right about your pussy." Mikey grins

"Oh my God you told the guys?!" You pick up a pillow next to you chucking it at your boyfriend.

"I only told Mikey that part." Draken replies catching the flying projectile. "Hurry up and finish. This shits getting painful."

"Finish?" You're cut off by Mikey slowly pressing all the way back inside you. "You didn't get to cum." He whispers into your ear. His knee slides onto the couch next to you, guiding your hips against his cock.

Your head banging against the cushions behind you with each of his rough thrusts. Breaths short where they're falling off your lips. You don't miss the way Mikey's eyes clench shut, the way his teeth ungrit trying and failing to keep his noises quiet.

Your once messy and now unruly and missmanaged hair slips from the tie you'd once used to hold it. Strands falling over your face and into your eyes and collecting with the sweat present on every inch of your face.

Draken's groan came from the pits of his throat as he squeezed the tip of his cock in his fist. "I'm gonna cum." He warned, warmth spread through your stomach as you watched the tensing of his body soon followed by his thick cum shooting up only to return to earth. Coating his fists in liquid.

His dark eyes shut as he breathed through his orgasm with a deep sigh.

You cursed under your breath issuing your own word of warning as your thighs clenched around Mikey's waist. "Don't stop.." You pleaded, hands heavy on Mikey's shoulders as you pulled his body closer.

"I won't."

The coil in your stomach soon settled as your release coated Mikey's pelvic region slicking his cock as you cried out. A sense of familiarity soon falling over you as you watched the same build of intensity forming in Mikey.

The roll of Mikey's eyes utterly intoxicating as his hips stuttered forward with a breathy moan for the first bit of his orgasm. Sweat trickled down his forehead, his own hair a complete mess as he released deep inside of you completely losing control of his hips.

"Fuck Mikey.."

Mikey finally pulled out leaving his cum to ooze out of your used pussy as Draken stood from the end of the couch, heading for the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" You asked

"We need chips right? For Mario kart?" Draken called

"Yay we're still playing!" Mikey bounces like he's not still completely naked and didn't just finish fucking you.

"Of course we're still playing. That was the whole point of today." Draken replies

"You don't want to shower first?" You gesture to his cum covered chest and thighs.

"Like all together?" Mikey asks

"Nevermind let's just play."

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Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 9 - FINALE)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (part 8)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

word count: 7.2k

warnings: smut (oral f receiving), semi-public sex (in a parked car) angst, arguments, implied smut, sappiness, time skips, some alcohol consumption here and there, lots of talking about issues including bucky's ptsd, I really have no idea how to warn for this but IT’S THE END SO STRAP IN FOLKS

Since that night, it had been like a stand-off in a Western movie, none of you saying anything because you had no idea what to say. Whenever he tried to start the conversation, you brushed him off.

You took a cab home from the event. He slept in his own room for the first time in months.

Finally, suddenly, you were ready to talk about it nearly 30 hours later, knocking on the guest room door and entering to find Bucky on his bed, re-reading Flowers for Algernon. He sat up quickly and shut it, setting it aside. “Hey,” he greeted softly, hesitant like you were a deer in a clearing and he was extending a handful of grain in his palm.

“Hey,” you returned, already fighting back your emotions. “I think I’m ready to talk.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “I’m ready to listen.”

“I just… I want to make sure that you understand this is a really big deal.”

He nodded again.

“I had to do a lot of damage control to prevent being banned from all HFPA events— that includes the Golden Globes, you know, I can’t exactly skip those just because my boyfriend went fucking nuts at a party.” And there was the anger again— you had tried to wait until you could be neutral about this but it barely lasted, mainly because you were still embarrassed about the way you’d handled yourself that night. “You’re lucky not many people saw; you’re lucky no reporters were there! Can you imagine if someone had a fucking picture of this? There were cameras everywhere, what the fuck were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t thinking!” he defended. “I saw you with him and he was touching you and I just… I saw red.”

You sighed slowly. “That’s not a good thing. That’s really, really concerning.”

“I know, I agree— you’re right. I need…” he trailed off, taking a breath before starting over. “I need to work on that.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “I just… I can’t really be a part of that. You need to work on that on your own.”

He stood up instantly, almost looking… afraid? Terrified, really, and heartbroken. “On my own, like what? What does that mean?”

“It means that I think maybe you should go back to your own apartment for a while. I just… need to be alone for a bit.”

“You need to be alone?” he repeated. “Or you need to be away from me?’

“Both.”

His head fell into his hands instantly. "Please don't tell me I fucked this up," he whimpered. "Please don't tell me I ruined this."

"I— I don't know."

"Please, please, please," he sighed, just louder than a whisper, suddenly stepping forward, grabbing your hand and clutching it to his chest. "Look at me," he begged.

You did, hesitantly, fighting everything in you that wanted to cry (and not doing so good of a job at it).

"Please, I lo—"

"Don't," you grimaced. "Don't say that."

"But it's true."

"It doesn't matter!" you yelped, surprising both of you with your volume.

“Are we going to have a chance to talk about this again? Am I going to get a chance to make it up to you?”

“You don’t make it up to me, you fix it. And that takes time.”

He shook his head, looking shocked and confused and completely blindsided which made you feel sick to your stomach. “How long?”

“I don’t know…” you mumbled.

“Am I not going to see you at all, for however long it takes?” he pressed.

“I… that’s sort of the idea.”

He shivered and pulled you into a hug. “Please don’t hate me forever,” he whispered against the top of your head.

“I don’t hate you,” you promised, doing your best not to hug him back even though all you wanted was to wrap yourself around him and feel safe in his arms again.

“Then don’t make me go,” he pleaded as he pulled back, clutching your face. “Let me stay and we can work through this together.”

“That’s not how this works,” you reminded him

“But I don’t know how to be without you,” he explained shakily.

“That’s not really my problem!” you yelped, and he turned away like he’d been slapped, dropping his hands from your face. A long, heavy silence fell between you as you watched him stand there, contemplating.

“If this is my last chance,” he finally spoke softly, barely breaking the silence, “to say everything I want to say…”

“It’s not,” you assured. “We’re going to talk about this again, but you need to go now.”

He nodded, his adam’s apple bobbing with a swallow of nothing. When he looked at you again, you hated how much bluer his eyes looked when they were bloodshot and filled with tears. “Can I kiss you?”

You shook your head. He bit his lip and turned to walk away; you stared at your feet because you couldn’t watch him go.

You heard him grab his backpack, shoving a few things from the drawers into it; he set his key on the table, walked into the open hall, and as soon as you heard the front door open and shut you were plunged into solitude and silence. With a whimper, you crumpled to the floor and cried, the look of betrayal on his face burned into your mind.

It was obvious, to your horror, that he really hadn’t seen it coming; he hadn’t packed his things, or prepared in any way for the conversation going like that. He had been waiting for an olive branch and got a switch to the face instead. You didn’t know anything about working on relationships, repairing broken things… when something went wrong, all you knew how to do was bail.

You knew how to do a new take and say the line right this time. You knew how to take off your eyeliner and start over. You knew how to kick unsuspecting C-listers out of cars because you already got yours. But you didn’t know how to stay, and work, and frankly you were just too scared to try. Last time you tried to make it work, you got burned. And as much as a logical part of you knew that wasn’t Bucky’s fault or responsibility, your heart just couldn’t survive another relationship where you put everything into putting the pieces back together while the other person stood there and watched you just to pull them apart again.

It had to end at some point, right? It was you, it was him… and that’s just how these things go.

He knew it was too good to be true. He knew you were too good for him. Anybody with at least one eyeball and half a brain could see that. But still, he hadn’t been ready to let you go.

Being in his apartment felt like stopping in a ghost town; there might as well have been a tumbleweed rolling through the living room. It was beyond a bachelor pad: it was more like an unfinished work site, considering his ‘couch’ was cinderblocks and a few two-by-fours, and his bed was a mattress on the floor.

One toothbrush. No books. A half-empty shampoo bottle in the shower and some hard water stains he needed to scrub away at some point.

This place didn’t feel like a home, it barely felt like a livable space. It was a three-dimensional homage to how empty his life had been before you, and he realized that was only his own fault.

Then again, this was all his fault.

But still, he had let himself obsess over you, turn you into his whole world and it made him into somebody he didn’t want to be. He had been working so hard to keep you happy, inspired more than anything by his fear to lose you, that he’d forgotten to give you space and now here he was… giving you so much more space than he ever wanted to, or knew how to deal with.

But he wanted to use this, if he could. As much as it was tempting to binge on junk food, drink too much and watch porn for an hour, as much as he wanted to run away from everything he was feeling, he owed it to you and to himself to face it all and learn from it. He wanted to be the man you deserved, if that was even humanly possible; he wanted to be who you used to think he was.

The next week went by in a blur: a blur filled with shitty romcoms, Ben & Jerry’s straight from the carton, and phone calls ignored.

It would all be fine with time, you knew that, but god, it fucking hurt now. It made you want to call him and at least apologize for having sex with him when you knew he wouldn’t have wanted to if he knew you were upset. More time and distance from the situation made you appreciate that it was manipulative, even if it by no means justified the way he grabbed you, or shoving anybody in the first place.

Truth was, you were scared of Bucky long before that happened. You were scared of how strong your feelings were for him; and, in turn, you were scared of how strong his feelings were for you. You felt loved by him, and you didn’t know what to do with that. So you self-destructed.

Just in time to tear you out of your spiralling thoughts, the intercom buzzed from the front gate. You furrowed your brow, wondering who it could be, and got up to check the camera feed.

You couldn’t see the face of the driver, just his arm, but you’d recognize that Rolex on his wrist anywhere.

“What do you want?” you asked coldly, holding down the intercom talk button.

"Let me in," Sam instructed.

"And why should I?"

"Cause if you don't, I'll press charges against your boyfriend."

BEEP BEEP BEEP! the gate announced its opening.

You took the time while he parked his car and walked to the door to throw out the wrappers from all your questionable “meals” (i.e., candy and ramen), change into slightly nicer sweats and splash your face so you looked slightly less dead. Just as you came downstairs from your rushed primping, Sam knocked on the door and you turned off the TV, tossing the remote aside. “It’s open!” you called out.

He turned the knob and stepped in with just one foot, peering around.

“Is the Terminator home?” he asked coyly. “Cause I actually think I’ve been assaulted enough for one week.”

“No, he’s gone. And don’t call him that.”

“What?” he shrugged, finally coming all the way in and letting the door swing shut on its own, taking his shades off and sliding them into the collar of his v-neck shirt. “It’s a compliment, and you really invite the killer robot comparisons when you’re part robot, look like a killer, and act like a thug.”

“He’s sensitive about the arm, okay? It’s one of the reasons he… it’s part of why we waited so long to go public.”

Sam glanced down to beside the door, where three pairs of your shoes were haphazardly lined up while his boots were noticeably absent. “And the fact that he’s moved out? When’s that gonna go public?” He always had an eye for these things, the bastard.

“I… I don’t know,” you sighed. “What do you want, exactly? Because honestly, I really can’t handle you right now.”

“I’m just trying to be a friend,” he explained, stepping closer again as you leaned against the breakfast bar.

“You seemed a lot more than friendly on Saturday,” you reminded him. “God, Sam, why did you have to do that?”

“So it’s my fault, then?” he rolled his eyes.

“No, of course not,” you assured, “but you knew I wasn’t single. I was actually happy… did you even want me back? Or did you just want to fuck with my life?”

“I did want you back, really.” He paused for a moment, more serious than he almost ever got. “I still do.”

You scoffed, looking away. “What happened to just being a friend?”

“That’s not why I’m here, this time. I’m just here to tell you that I’m worried about you.”

You took your weight off the bar and circled it into the kitchen, Sam mirroring you by following around the other side. “Do you want something to drink?” you asked, opening the fridge. He opened his mouth to answer but then leaned in as he stared at your hand where it was right in front of his face gripping the refrigerator’s door handle.

"He did that to you?" Sam pointed to the bruise on your wrist. You let go of the fridge and pulled your sleeve down to cover it again but that was answer enough. "Jesus, babe, this guy's fucking crazy."

"He's not crazy, and don't call me that," you frowned. "I don't think he meant to, really— his prosthetic is powerful and it was in need of a recalibration. He shouldn’t have grabbed me, but, he probably didn’t mean to do it so hard.”

Sam didn’t seem too convinced by that explanation, but didn’t say anything.

“Believe it or don’t, Sam, but either way it’s none of your business,” you frowned.

“Right, I know,” he nodded. “I just want what’s best for you.”

“And that’s you?” you pressed with an incredulous raised brow, opening the fridge again to grab yourself a green juice (because you were, again, trying to look like you had your shit together) and starting to walk away.

“I’ve changed, believe it or not,” he explained as he followed you out of the kitchen again. “Occasionally, people are capable of that.”

“If that’s true, then I owe it to Bucky to wait for him like I said I would,” you shot back. “I told him to leave so we could work on things separately. Not so I could entertain your come-to-Jesus moment.”

“It’s not a ‘come-to-Jesus’ moment, it’s just a ‘give me another chance’ moment,” he corrected as you took a long sip of the juice, “it’s a ‘maybe we ended things too soon’ moment.”

You looked at him in silent judgment as you kept drinking, and the way he was looking at you made you glad the glass bottle was keeping your lips occupied.

“It’s an ‘I’m still in love with you’ moment.”

Before you could stop yourself, you spit the juice right onto him, covering your mouth in shock just a moment too late.

For one of those indefinite moments, you were just staring at each other while you both contemplated that you had said he loved you and you had spat juice onto him.

“Okay, I was prepared to get shot down,” he admitted. “This is… worse.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you rushed, trying not to laugh, “I… I’ll get some paper towels, I can get you a new shirt, but it’ll have to be one of the ones Bucky left behind…”

“Oh god, it’s sticky,” he grimaced, as he tried to peel his shirt from his skin, “can I just use your shower maybe?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you nodded, “upstairs and down—”

“I remember where it is,” he reminded you as he stepped past you to make his way to the bathroom. “I knew I should’ve waited to say it until she was done drinking…” you heard him mumble to himself before he disappeared and you heard the bathroom door shut.

But truthfully, it wasn’t really the fact that he said it, or the concept of Sam loving you at all that made you spit out your drink. It was that when he said it, you realized you were in love with Bucky. Which, yes, would’ve been obvious to anyone else but it came as quite a shock to you.

It made you realize that you wanted to make this work. You wanted to be vulnerable, you wanted to try, even if it ended just as badly as it nearly had last week; even if it meant dealing with all the shit that you’d pushed down for so long.

You wanted to have another chance, this time knowing how hard it would be to be without him.

Just as you pondered what to do with that realization, a knock at the door startled you. Who could have made it to the door without buzzing the intercom?

Somebody who has the gate code already, you realized, and your heart sank. You weren’t ready to see him again— specifically, you weren’t ready to be seen by him again. Sure, cleaning up the trash and splashing your face was enough for a guest like Sam, but you had been imagining that when you saw Bucky again you’d be all dolled up looking like you were doing better than ever, like you were thriving without him just to rub it in that you were the best he ever had.

Couldn’t he have just waited a few hours after your realization so you could go to him on your own terms, with your whole speech prepared and everything? As an actress, you were much more comfortable reading lines than improvising.

Another knock made you sigh and set down the half-empty bottle of green juice, running up to the door to answer it.

“Hi,” he greeted soberly when you opened the door.

“Hey,” you nodded back, “listen, now’s not a great time…”

“Listen, I’m not here to cause any problems, or ask you for anything, I just need some of my stuff back,” he explained.

“Okay, it would’ve been better if you had come at another time—”

“I know, I’m not trying to invade your space,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have used the gate code, I didn’t mean to surprise you, honestly it was just second nature but I realize now I should’ve called first— well, I don’t think you’re taking my calls right now—”

“Bucky, please, we can talk later,” you assured, trying to shut the door.

“Can we?” he sighed. “I mean, will we?”

“Yes, but I’m busy right now,” you explained.

“When?” he asked, voice full of hope. “Soon?”

“I— I don’t know, sure,” you shrugged.

“You’re just saying that to get me to leave,” he realized flatly. “I understand, I don’t blame you— god, I just hate how scared you are of me. I’m everything I never wanted to be. I just wanted to keep you safe and now I can’t even do that, now you think of me as a threat. You should have the gate code changed, if it’ll make you sleep better—”

“I sleep fine, just go and we’ll deal with all of this soon— really, I promise!”

“You promised before and this week without you has been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do!” he returned, getting more emotional as he gestured with his hands. “I’m not saying this should all go away in a week, there’s so much more I have to do, but… but not being able to see you at all is killing me. And it’s not like I don’t see you, your movies are on every fucking channel, but you know, I don’t get to really see you, talk to you— that’s what I miss, I miss when we would talk for hours.”

“I miss that too,” you agreed, “it’s all going to happen, it’s just that I need you to go right now—”

And of course, Sam picked just the right time to come running down your staircase with only a towel around his waist.

Bucky tensed up as he saw Sam, jaw tightening. "Oh."

You had no idea what would happen. Was Bucky going to attack him again? Would Sam try to hit Bucky? Were you going to drop dead from sheer embarrassment?

Instead, Bucky just sighed a little and looked to the ground, almost laughing though he seemed anything but amused. “You’ve got a funny idea of what ‘being alone’ means,” he sneered.

“Sam was just—” you began to defend.

"No, it’s okay, I see how it is," Bucky informed you quietly, coldly. He didn’t even seem angry anymore, just defeated. "I'll leave. I'm sorry that I… I'm sorry."

And he turned to leave, you reached out and grabbed his arm. "Wait, it's not—"

He shrugged your hand away as he kept walking, forcing you to chase him.

"Don't leave, please— Bucky, I love you too."

He stopped, but didn't turn around yet; you just stood behind him, staring at his back as it rose and fell with a slow breath. When he looked back at you, his eyes were red, brimming with tears and heartbreak. "Don't say things you don't mean."

"I mean it," you promised.

“And what does that mean for us?”

“I… I don’t know,” you admitted.

“I don’t think I’m ready to come back yet. As much as I miss living with you— and as much as my apartment is so gross—”

You giggled a little, glad you could laugh with him again even if just for a second.

“I need more time. I’m not going to subject you to me until I know I can be… stable, again.”

“Okay,” you smiled. “Whatever you need.”

“But maybe we could… go out sometime? Somewhere where there aren’t paparazzi, ideally?”

“Uh, Vermont?” you offered jokingly. “I’ll find somewhere, though. We’ll talk this all out.”

He nodded slowly, swallowing a little. “Okay.”

With obvious hesitance, he leaned in slightly and gave you a kiss on the forehead. You wanted more than anything to get up on your tiptoes and kiss his lips, but it was probably too soon. He smiled down at you slightly before he turned to walk away, and you did the same as you made it back into the house.

“Hey, listen,” you began as you found Sam still waiting in a towel looking completely lost.

“That doesn’t sound like the beginning of good news,” he sighed.

“I’m so glad you were honest with me and I’m still really sorry for spitting on you, and for Bucky shoving you, and for everything awful that went down between us. And some part of me is always gonna love you, but—”

“I know,” he nodded, clearly disappointed but resigned in a peaceful way. “It’s okay. I had my chance, I blew it, and if this Bucky guy has his then I just hope he isn’t taking it for granted.”

You smiled a little. “He’s not.”

“Then I’ll get dressed and go. Please direct me to his favorite shirt, so that I may steal it,” he requested formally, making you laugh, but you weren’t ready to let it go just yet; instead, you stepped forward and pulled him into a hug.

“You’re a good friend, Sam,” you mumbled against his bare chest.

“Yeah, kinda wish I wasn’t though,” he sighed as he hugged you back.

“Kinda wish I’d made you get dressed before hugging you,” you admitted, the awkwardness of his nudity finally catching up with you.

“Yeah…” he agreed in a whispered sigh.

His palms were actually sweaty; well, at least one of them was. He hadn’t been this worked up about a date since high school.

But there was so much more riding on that now than there was then. If he blew this, you probably would dump him for good, and he’d become ‘that guy Y/N Y/L/N dated for a minute’ to the rest of the world.

And there was so much more to him than that— he was learning to really let that shine after three weeks of therapy on Mondays and Thursdays— and so much more to his relationship with you, but it would still be pretty humiliating. More importantly, he would be heartbroken if he never got a chance to hold you again, kiss you again, tell you he loved you not during a fight…

His eyes glanced to the door instinctively when someone stepped in, but it still wasn’t you. He checked his watch and closed his eyes: it was still a few minutes early, you probably wouldn’t be here until 6:30, since that was when you’d agreed to meet when you discussed all this over text. But the length of time between 6:27 and 6:30 just seemed to keep getting longer and longer.

When you finally walked in, it was like one of those movie moments where everything slowed down, the ambient noise and background music faded away, and all he could see was you. If this was it, at least he got to see you like this one last time.

He waved you over, watching you walk closer and feeling his heart race as you pulled him into a hug.

“I missed you,” he blurted out right away.

“Missed you too,” you mumbled back, pulling from the embrace as he moved to pull out your chair for you.

“So,” he began as he sat down, “do you… want me to go first? Or do you want to go first?”

“I love you,” you said instantly, and he couldn’t fight a wide smile.

“I love you too,” he whispered back.

“Now that that’s out of the way,” you grinned, “I think you should go first.”

“Well, now that you say that suddenly I forget everything I’ve been practicing in the mirror all day,” he chuckled. “I already told you I’ve been in therapy, and they finally got me on stuff for my PTSD… it feels weird to say it, to talk about it like I really have it… but I do, and I’m working on not being ashamed of that. What I am ashamed of is the way I treated you that day, how I let my anger get the best of me and how I hurt you when you’re the most important person in my life. You didn’t deserve that. And if I haven’t said it enough, I’m truly sorry.”

“I know,” you nodded, “thank you. I’m glad you’re getting help… I don’t want to see you like that for your own sake, too.”

“Just because you don’t hate me doesn’t mean you have to forgive me. And just because you forgive me doesn’t mean you have to take me back,” he reminded you softly.

“But I do forgive you, and I do want you back,” you promised. “And I want to apologize, too, for the things I did wrong… obviously it’s basically impossible for me to hurt you physically, you’re so much stronger than I am, but I hurt you with how I handled some things and I regret that.”

“It did hurt, but I still reacted poorly at basically every turn. I shouldn’t have gotten jealous of Sam in the first place, if you and him have something going on then that’s none of my business—”

“Of course it’s your business, Bucky, you’re my boyfriend!” you laughed. “You don’t need to be jumping for joy when I talk to my ex, you just need to not be that aggressive about it.”

“Am I your boyfriend?” he asked sheepishly. “Is he your ex?”

"When you came over the other day, and he was there… nothing happened, really. He came over, I told him I didn't want to be anything more than friends, he asked to use my shower… I don't know how to prove it to you—"

"You don't have to," he shook his head. "If you say nothing happened, then nothing happened."

“I mean, we hugged,” you remembered. “And he took your Fleetwood Mac shirt.”

“He what?” Bucky yelped, but then calmed himself down immediately. “Whatever, it’s fine, the point is that I have a lot of shit I still need to work on. Because the truth is, you’re not mine—”

“No, I—”

“Really, you’re not. You’re your own person. That’s what made me fall in love with you in the first place, I love that you’re independent and strong and… maybe a little crazy, but you’re exactly who you need to be. You don’t belong to me.”

“I don’t mind belonging to you as long as it’s fair, Bucky; as long as we belong to each other.”

“Sweetheart, you always had me,” he laughed. “From day one.”

“Then let’s figure your shit out. Believe it or not, I’ve got shit too… commitment issues, abandonment issues, daddy issues—”

“Ooh, I have that one too!” he beamed, making you laugh. “You know, when I was talking to my therapist, she had me do this thing where I talked about my hopes and stuff and, I don’t know, maybe it’s dumb but I wanted us to do that. I want to know what you’re hoping for for this.”

“Okay,” you nodded, “well, I’m hoping that you’ll move back in soon but not right away, maybe in a few months? I want us to get better at being apart, it’ll come in handy when I have to go to far off places for filming and stuff.”

“Totally with you,” he agreed, “might have to start buying some real furniture for my place though.”

“What about you?” you prompted.

“I’m hoping that you still think I'm cute enough to put up with some of my crap," he smirked, "if not all of it."

"Definitely," you grinned.

“I’m hoping that in the future, if you’re upset, you’ll tell me and we can work it out, and then have make-up sex," he added.

“Deal,” you chuckled.

“And, if I’m being honest,” he continued, leaning in closer and lowering his voice, “I’m hoping that I can take you home tonight.”

It was so simple, but it made a shiver run down your spine. This distance had caused more than just your heart to grow fonder, and you were craving his touch more than ever. “Where’s home?” you asked coyly.

“It’s wherever you wanna go,” he purred. “Your place, my place, the back of your car—”

“That one,” you nodded eagerly, “definitely that one.”

You wanted to go right then and there but he made you sit through the whole dinner, with all the trappings of wining and dining, though for you it sometimes felt more like whining and dying because you needed him so bad you couldn't think. But he stayed patient, keeping up the conversation, asking more about a new project you were tentatively linked with, telling you more about the newest improvements to his prosthetic.

He picked up the check, which was absurd to you but he insisted, and escorted you to your car as if his intentions were just gentlemanliness even though you knew it was far worse than that.

He (gently) pinned you up against the side of the car, kissing you slowly, making you melt like it was no effort for him at all. As his lips made their way to your ear, he whispered to you darkly, "get in the back and spread your legs for me."

You were sure you'd never obeyed an instruction so fast, hopping in and happily watching him climb in behind you. He instantly knelt down between your spread legs, holding you by your thighs as he pushed your dress up, and you were already lifting your hips up to let him pull your panties down to your ankles.

"So eager," he whispered happily, kissing his way up one of your legs and never breaking his gaze away from yours. Your mouth fell slack as you watched him get higher and higher, closer to where you were already dripping with need. "Been wanting to do this since that night, however many months ago, where I had to watch somebody else do this to you," he admitted with a grin that nipped at your inner thighs. "I know I've tasted you a thousand times since then, but I wanted to do it here."

There was a lot you could say to that, but it was all lost to a gasp as he licked one long, thin stripe right across your entrance and over your clit. Already you were shaking and grabbing his hair— he'd grown it out just enough that you could really dig your fingers into it, but even so he kept his teasing pace.

He kept going, that slow and torturous cycle where just as your clit got some much-needed attention, he started back over at your leaking opening again.

"The fuck are you doing down there, trying to figure how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop?" you finally groaned, making him chuckle at how demanding you'd become.

"I'm just making sure I do this right," he dismissed. "Want more, baby?"

"Please," you shuddered. "Need your tongue inside me."

He grinned and put you out of your misery, really latching his lips onto you now as he pushed his tongue inside and curled it against your g-spot. It was enough to make your back arch dramatically and your fingers clench on his hair, a little growl echoing out of his mouth and into your body in response.

Your legs were accidentally clamping down on his head each time he sucked on your clit, but he didn't seem to mind, if anything it egged him on.

"C-close, so close," you chanted our warning as his hands tightened on your thighs he gave wide laps to your throbbing button.

"Say you love me baby," he mumbled his demand against your skin.

"Bucky, yes, I love you," you whimpered. "Love you so much, fuck, I'm gonna come…"

He nodded as he wrapped his lips around your clit and kept sucking, harder than ever, until your whole body was literally quaking and you weren't sure if you had closed your eyes or if your vision just went black for a second. As if that weren't enough, he kept going until you had to push him off of you by his forehead, shivering and catching your breath as aftershocks rocked your body.

"You're so amazing," he groaned huskily as he sat up and pulled you into a rough kiss, the taste of your pleasure coating your tongue as it tangled with his. Just as you were about to reach down and attempt to operate his belt buckle with your tingling fingers, he pulled back from the kiss a moment too soon. "And now you get to drive yourself home," he grinned, patting you on the cheek reassuringly.

"What? That's it?!" you squawked.

"You just came so hard you nearly blacked out and you're asking me if that's it?" he smirked incredulously.

"I just thought you would want to, you know… go all the way," you explained, cringing at the immature phrase.

"Hey, I'm a gentleman, and this is still our first date," he reminded you.

"But aren't you, you know…?"

"Oh, I am," he nodded quickly, leaning in to bite at your neck. "Don't worry about me, princess, I can take care of myself." He chuckled at your whimper and pulled back to look right into your eyes. "But it's not about me, is it? You want my cock all for yourself, don't you?"

You nodded, making him giggle sweetly.

"Well, you're just gonna have to wait," he cooed, poking the tip of your nose with his finger and laughing harder at your needy whine. "We'll go out again next weekend and maybe if it goes well, it'll lead to something more, alright?"

"Okay," you sighed, "I can wait a week. I think."

He smiled and kissed you again, helping you pull your panties back up and rubbing your thigh appreciatively. "Goodnight," he whispered against your lips, slipping out of the car and shutting the door behind him.

You sighed and let your head fall back against the seat, watching out the window as he walked back to his bike. You hated to see him go, but you did love watching him walk away.

two years later…

“Will the Six Million Dollar Man be joining us?” Sam asked with a smirk as he glanced to the door of the bowling alley, checking to see if anyone had walked in.

“When he gets off of work,” you promised.

“Why do you call him that?” Natasha asked Sam innocently.

“You’ll see,” Sam promised, kissing his girlfriend on the cheek, but you figured there was a pretty good chance she wouldn't get the reference anyway.

Right on cue, Bucky appeared in the doorway and you and Sam waved him to the correct lane. “Hey guys,” he greeted, “hey babe,” he pulled you into a quick kiss. “And happy birthday, Sam.”

“Shh, keep it down, we don’t want any Hollywood people to find out that I’m aging,” Sam joked. “Are you gonna join the game or just observe?”

“I’ll join, if it’s not too late,” Bucky decided.

“Since when do you bowl?” you asked him, raising an eyebrow.

“Since I got the prosthetic recalibrated to throw the perfect strike every time,” he winked.

Beers and turns went pretty quickly after that, light conversation interspersed in between, until the more raucous parts of the evening died down and you left Bucky for a moment to join Sam at the bar.

Sam nodded to acknowledge you as you leaned beside him, and you ordered yourself one more drink before you called it a night.

“So, Natasha,” you started the conversation, watching the way Sam couldn’t hide his smile. “She’s great.”

“Yeah, she’s really something,” he agreed. “I wanted you guys to meet her sooner, but you were gone filming for so long and all.”

“Don’t fuck this one up, Sam,” you threatened.

“I’m trying not to!” he defended, before looking around like he was trying to make sure no one was looking. As you furrowed your brow and wondered what he was up to, he pulled out his phone from his jacket pocket and showed you a picture: a ring, with a massive diamond and accents of citrine.

“Holy shit…” you sighed, pulling the phone closer to get a better look.

“Had it custom made, I’m gonna pick it up tomorrow,” he explained, putting the phone away. “I don’t even know how I’m gonna ask her yet… I just know I need to snag this one before she slips through my fingers.”

“You’re really like a whole new man,” you realized aloud.

“I’m telling you, this girl… she really changed everything for me,” he sighed wistfully, and you nodded because you knew what that was like.

“I knew you just needed a good woman to straighten you out, Wilson,” you joked, patting him on the shoulder, “my only mistake was ever thinking it was me.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I thought it was you, too,” he smiled softly. “I really loved you, even when I was stepping out on you… and I think I needed to love you, and to lose you, to be here now. So, thank you.”

“Uh, you’re welcome, I guess,” you laughed a little, taking a slow sip of your drink.

“And if she says yes, I’m gonna need all the marriage advice you have to offer,” he bargained.

“I mean, we’ve only been married for a month,” you chuckled, “I don’t think we’re far enough into it to really provide significant guidance.”

“And you’ve already gone through so much together. Is he doing alright? You know, his nightmares and stuff…”

You glanced over and where Bucky and Natasha were chatting, admiring how at ease he looked; he usually had a harder time with new people. “Yeah, it’s been a lot better, he’s on new meds… how did you know about that?”

“He talks to me sometimes,” Sam admitted. “And as someone who has played a PTSD-striken veteran in not one, but two major motion pictures, I’m sort of an expert,” he winked, but then got serious again. “I would’ve asked him how he was doing myself but he wouldn’t let me ask him personal stuff on my birthday.”

“I bet he’d let you ask him for his opinion on the ring you just showed me.”

“Um, why would I want his opinion when he bought you that?” he grimaced, pointing at the ring on your finger. “I mean, sapphires? Really?”

“Cut it out,” you laughed, shoving him on the shoulder.

“Okay, fine,” he relented.

“Are you coming to my premiere tomorrow, by the way?” you asked. “I have it on good authority you were invited, since I demanded it.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” he nodded, “Nat really wants to go, too. She’s a big fan of your work.”

“Well, tell her she was great in that one about the missing girl,” you replied.

“I’ll be sure to tell her exactly that.”

“We should head home, you know how early premiere prep starts,” you sighed with an exhausted roll of your eyes, finishing the last of your drink before grabbing Sam on the shoulder. “Good luck with however you decide to pop the question with Nat. Let me know if you need anything.”

He nodded and let you go, and once you got Bucky’s attention and said goodbye to Nat, the two of you made your way out back to the car.

“I’m glad you and Sam get along,” you reminded him as you squeezed his hand.

“What gives you that impression?” he scoffed.

You shook your head and smiled, letting him walk you to the car in silence.

Less than 24 hours later, you held his hand in just the same way as you sat beside each other in the screening auditorium, watching your latest film fade to black and hearing the crowd at the premiere— mostly cast, crew, and critics— erupt into applause.

"I have a little surprise for you," you whispered in his ear as the credits began to flash.

"I am not gonna let you blow me in this crowded theater," he instantly scolded.

"No, not that," you giggled, although you secretly wondered how much less crowded the theater would have to be for him to let you try it. "Just wait until my name comes up."

Written and Directed by Hope Van Dyne

A Paramount Pictures Film

In Association with Europa

And then there it was, in big white letters, just as much of a trip to see as the first time you saw your name on the big screen. But something very important had changed.

Y/N Y/L/N-Barnes

Everyone at the screening was clapping and cheering, but you were so focused on him that his whisper was the only thing you heard. "Sweetheart," he gasped, and you smiled wide. "You didn't have to—"

"I wanted to."

"It's just a stage name, if you want to keep it the same—"

"Buck, really. I want your name there with mine."

"But your credits…" he protested, though the break in his voice made it clear he was tearing up. "You're an actress and you've established your career already and it's so important to you—"

"Hey," you soothed, reaching up to brush your hand over his cheek, forcing him to look at you. "Your wife is the most important thing I've ever been."

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