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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 1 year

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One of Your Kind (Ch. 8)

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Word count: 4.0K

Summary: within hot girls summer and cute dates, November’s finally here and Wednesday’s finally streaming.

Warnings: make out session

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

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May went by quickly. Jenna wanted to spend it alone with her family after being away from home for so long and of course you let her, knowing how much she cared about them, but you still obviously talked every night and every moment you could, without bothering her. She was getting called on interviews, the trailer for Wednesday season 1 will be released in August and there were already quite a few sneak peeks. As June came the two of you started hanging out more, whether it was at her place or around town: she knew that this show would make her quite a lot famous so she decided to take adventure of this remaining time to be herself and go around town without too many people recognizing her. She always wore sunglasses as to get recognized less, but you didn't mind as long as you were with her.

"Where are we going?" She asked you, as you drove slightly out of town. “You'll see when we get there" you teased only to watch her groan in annoyance. You reached some small forest with a trail, and you parked the car. “What, you're gonna take me here and kill me?" She giggled and you did too "well you're Wednesday here so it should be the other way around" you teased "I'm gonna need to cover your eyes. You trust me right?" She nodded and so did you, you covered her eyes and led her through the woods to the final destination."You're so gonna like this" you said as you gave her a peck on the cheek. You had brought her on top of a hill, the trees behind you and from there you could see the whole Los Angeles. You had set up everything you needed for a picnic, you had laid a blanket on the grass and had took some snacks. It was sunset so the view would be even better. As soon as you uncovered her eyes her jaw dropped and she looked down at what you had set up, she was stunned.

“This is my hideout" you started and wrapped your arms around her from behind "whenever I'm too overwhelmed or stressed I come here and relax. No one ever comes here and I never brought anyone here before you so we can make this our place?" You said and looked at her with a small smile “it can be your hideout too, for when you feel like you need alone time” you kissed her cheek again. And waited for her reply. “This is beautiful” she had been speechless until now, “no one has ever done this for me” she said and turned around to look at you, anyone watching from miles away could understand that Jenna was so in love with you and you were too. “You deserve this. Tell you what, tonight the sky will be clear. I also bought some blankets, we could stargaze?” Jenna smiled brightly and obviously agreed, she has never done this before and she was glad that her first time stargazing would be with you.

You were laying down on the blanket you had put on the ground, the sun had just finished setting and a few stars were visible already. Jenna had already snuggled up to you and you had your arms wrapped around her keeping her close to you. “You know, I’ve been thinking about switching careers,” you started and Jenna immediately turned to look at you “what why?” She said and you shrugged. You hoped you wouldn’t upset her with what you were going to say. “I don’t know, I just feel like directing is not my field? I know it’s what I studied for, but it’s not gratifying you know? I want to have more recognition for what I do. Maybe I could try being an actress?” Your revelation got Jenna at loss of words. She wasn’t expecting this, not at all. She thought you loved your work so this kind of left her shocked. “Are you upset?” You asked, seeing as she wasn’t giving you a reply. “It’s just that you studied hard for this job,” she said and you looked down. “You may have not gotten what you wanted, but it’s gonna take time. Being a good actress takes time to, and you know that. I don’t like this idea of yours but I’ll support it no matter what because I love you”

She was right after all, but how could you continue with that job, if you didn’t like it anymore? You have always been like this, ever since you were a child. You started sports, and then left them because they were either too hard or you didn’t like them anymore. This aspect of yours has never changed and will never leave you. “I love you too” you said and gave her a small sad smile. You know what she thought, she thought that you were wasting your studies, your scholarship and everything you had worked so hard to get. And maybe she was right. So you decided to hang on a little more with this job and see where it took you.

You had grown really close to Jenna’s family, her mom treated you like her own child: she made sure your were eating alright, she made sure that you weren’t stressing yourself out like Jenna was, and in general she made sure you were fine... She was to you the mother you never had. And Aliyah was the sister you never had. You texted every day, even if it was sharing some memes or silly pictures, the two of you were always in contact. Eventually the beach days came too, Jenna was always inviting you to go to the beach with her family and this was one of those days. It was a Tuesday, when almost everyone would be working and both of you were less at risk of being recognized, and less people would be at the beach. Jenna had been very playful and that’s why as you were applying a sun protection Jenna threw some sand directly at your legs. This is one of the things you hate about the beach: the sand sticking on your skin.

“Do that again and I’ll throw you in the water” you warned giggling, trying to brush the sand away. Unfortunately for you she didn’t listen and threw sand at your other leg, trying not to laugh at the face you made. “You asked for this” you walked over and picked her up, throwing her over your shoulder “no!” She laughed “let me go!” She kept laughing as you made your way towards the water, getting in until the water was slightly above your waist, her family laughing as they watched you from the beach “is the water cold?” She asked but you smirked and ignored her question “this is for not listening to me” you said and threw her in the water. For a brief second you saw her plug her nose and then you saw her emerge from the water with her mouth opened in an “O” shape from how cold the water was, and you couldn’t help but laugh at her face “you got what you deserved” you laughed and she did the same, as she splashed you. You nearly made the same face she did before and splashed her back.

You kept splashing each other and eventually you decided to “prank” her. You went underwater when she had her eyes closed from the water, and she soon noticed you weren’t splashing her anymore. “(Y/N)? Where are you?” She looked around, and you jumped up from behind her wrapping your arms around her as you heard her scream from the jump scare, but eventually she turned around in your arms and saw you smile at her “you’re even prettier in a bikini” you whispered and she smiled brightly before pulling you in for a sweet kiss, the kiss was salty due to the sea water as your lips danced in perfect sync, your arms in the small of her back and hers around your shoulders. At the moment it seemed that both of you didn’t care if her family was watching you, you didn’t care if paparazzis were around you were just living in the moment. You don’t get this many intimate moments with her so you took advantage of the few you had.

You weren’t even aware of the fact that her sisters were taking pictures of the two of you, but you just looked so cute that they HAD to take those pictures for you to keep. The morning at the beach was peaceful, but in the evening more people started coming and you had to keep affections low to a minimum. It was automatic now and both of you didn’t mind, as long as fans attentions were lowered to a minimum. And that’s exactly how it was, not many people knew her yet, maybe a little bit more after the fallout came out but still it wasn’t much. There were a couple girls asking her for photos and she always, happily obliged. Though you wondered, how would her fame affect your relationship? “What’s going on in that little head of yours?” Jenna asked after sitting down from the third photo of the day. She played with your hair with a small smile. “Nothing I was just thinking…”

“Thinking of what?” She asked you and you sighed. “You do realize that this show will make you hell of a lot more famous right?” She nodded and sighed, looking away from you, probably thinking the same things you were “how will it work for us? I mean- you probably won’t have time… with all the interviews and stuff.. I don’t know how relationships work in the acting field and.. I’m kinda scared” you looked down as well, taking a hold of her hand. “Babe… nothing’s gonna bring us apart. Not fame, not interviews, nothing. I’ll take you with me on interviews, awards and everything. I need you with me.” She said and made you look up at her placing a hand under your chin. You looked at her hopeful. “Are you.. sure?” You asked and she nodded, that small smile of hers you loved showing “yes I’m sure” she was about to give you a small kiss when two girls came up asking for another picture.

Then on another occasion, the two of you had gone out after dinner, just walking together into a park, hand in hand as you weren’t worried about paparazzis anymore. There weren’t many around her, just yet, so you didn’t have to worry. You had been trying to set up the prettiest dates for her to enjoy, but deep down you wanted to make the best out of this relationship before she got too busy and you were managing so far. The park was empty at this time of night and there weren’t many lights around this park, especially not around the lake that was inside of it. It was a small lake, where people usually rented boats but you didn’t need to do so to make this a romantic date. You liked simple dates and Jenna did too, so this would do. The weather made this even more romantic, because at some point it started raining all of the sudden. You weren’t about to ruin the date because of some rain and kissing under it has always been one of your desires with Jenna.

“We should go back home” she started, neither of you had an umbrella so she put her hood on “wait” you stopped her “a kiss under the rain sounds romantic don’t you think?” You said with a small smile and she giggled, taking her hood off before getting on her toes to kiss you. The way the rain kept pouring on you became irrelevant as you picked her up, her legs wrapping around your waist as you shared the softest kiss ever. You were so in love with each other that it seemed unreal, it almost seemed like the love you see in movies and impossible to find real life, but the two of you had it. You had it and you couldn’t be happier off the fact that it was with her. When you pulled back you saw her smiling at you and giggling, as she laid her head on your shoulder. “What?” You laughed as well as you helped her get off of you. “Nothing, this was such a great idea, but my mom is going to kill us” she warned “I couldn’t agree more” you said and finally the two of you started heading to her place. You had basically been living there recently, Jenna didn’t want you to be alone and you didn’t want that either.

And she was right, her mother was mad at the two of you but you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. You had walked inside the house soaking and dripping, and when her mother pointed out the water trail you had left behind you you both lost it and started laughing non stop, Natalie eventually laughed too but basically ordered you to take a warm bath as to not get sick. Useless to say that you spent the whole time making out and just cuddling.

November arrived, Wednesday had just been released. You binge-watched the whole show in one day with her family, without Jenna as she insisted on not wanting to watch herself on screen. When watching it, you pointed out the scenes you directed, and only you noticed the differences of your scenes from Tim’s. His have better angulation, better lighting, better everything. In the meantime, with it only having been a week since Wednesday was released, Jenna’s fame had definitely increased. She wasn’t free of going in town without being recognized, she wasn’t free of hanging out with you or her family and it was stressing her out, way more than it should. You did your best, you tried being there for her, telling her that it was gonna be okay, that it was just the hype of the moment and that people were going to leave her alone, eventually.

It was the day of the premiere, you and Jenna had decided to sleep in as this would be a long, tiring day for her and she needed as much rest as possible, especially with all the stress she was enduring. You had woken up at around eleven in the morning, and as you rubbed your eyes you noticed that Jenna was sleeping in your arms. You gently played with the few wild hair that had gotten out of her messy bun, This was your way of waking her up gently and it always worked, she always woke up in a happy mood, Same as today. “Hmmm good morning” she said in a sleepy voice, and hid her face under your chin “good morning baby” you said and kissed her forehead, she gave you one of those sleepy smiles you loved. “Big day uh?” You said and she grunted, only pulling you in closer. “I don’t wannaaa” she dragged the last word and you only giggled in response. “I wanna be with you” she said and sleepily kissed your jaw.

As you were about to reply you got a notification on your phone. You grabbed it from your nightstand and took a look “HOLY SHIT” you nearly shouted, sitting up as you rushed your hands in your hair “what is it?” Jenna asked and sat up, “I got an invitation to the premiere-“ you said and she looked at you with a small smile “co-directors never get invited- this is not good” you said and got up, walking back and forth in the room “why is it not good exactly?” She asked as she crossed her legs. “I don’t have a dress? I don’t know how to do my make up I’m-I’m screwed” Jenna laughed and you stopped walking to look at her “what’s so funny?” You said and looked at her “babe, seriously? We have the same size, you’re just a bit taller. I can give you one of my dresses and my make up artists will do your make up and you’ll also have hair done” she said and you sighed, falling back on your bed. “Oh thank god” you said and watched her smile as well.

Her crew came sooner than expected after lunch. You couldn’t decide on a dress, they were all either too long, too short, too tight, too loose… how did Jenna deal with this every time was still a mystery to you, but you had to learn how to if you wanted to become an actress as well… so eventually you opted for this dress which you thought was very simple and didn’t steal Jenna’s spotlight, with the black dress and veil and everything she was just stunning. You were given white high heels, and you couldn’t even walk on them and it made Jenna laugh because you just looked so goofy, but with Jenna’s help you made it work.

Both you and Jenna decided that it would be a good idea to show up in two different cars as to not get too much attention, so you arrived first, just after Tim as the stars would be arriving later. You did get a few applauses, not as much as expected, but you’ll have time for that. You greeted Tim as you hadn’t seen him since you wrapped up filming and it was good seeing him again. The two of you were taken a few pictures, paparazzi mainly focusing on Tim but you didn’t mind. The actors started arriving, you knew Jenna would be the last to arrive because she wanted to build some suspense, so you took advantage of that time to catch up with Emma and everyone else. Emma basically jump-hugged you and you laughed as you hugged her back “so how are things going with Jenna?” She asked as she held your hands.

“Hush don’t say it out loud! People don’t know yet” luckily there wasn’t any attention on the two of you, the paparazzi were too busy greeting Gwendoline who had just arrived. “So you didn’t go public yet?” You shook your head, and Emma was about to speak again but she was called on the carpet for some photos and you stood there awkwardly, not many people knew you, and even less wanted pictures of you. When Jenna arrived your jaw nearly dropped. You had seen her in that dress back at her place, but not with hair and makeup done as well. She looked stunning to say the least. “You’re drooling” Emma said, you hadn’t even noticed her getting back at your side. “Shut up!” You giggled and nudged her shoulder. You went to greet Jenna and took advantage of the hug to tell her “you’re gorgeous” and it made her blush, but she laughed it off.

Eventually all of you were called on the carpet for some group photos, you as well as you stood by Tim and behind Jenna, you decided to “tease” her: paparazzis couldn’t see from this perspective so you gently traced your index finger on her spine, and you saw how she shivered under your touch, and in that moment she wanted nothing more than to turn around and kiss you, show everyone that you were hers, but she couldn’t, not yet. Soon enough everyone was being pulled away for interviews, and surprisingly you had one too. “(Y/N)(L/N) everyone! You look stunning tonight!” The woman said, and you smiled in response “thank you so much! You look good too” you replied back, “so how has this experience been for you? We know it’s your first important premiere” the interviewer said and you nodded “it is indeed. I have to say I was nervous at first, but now that everyone else arrived I’m feeling better”

“This show has definitely gotten a lot of attentions! How are you feeling about it?” You started noticing differences from positive interviews to negative ones “at first I was really, really scared. I mean we all know how my first project went, I was scared that my reputation would have ruined this show and I nearly gave up, but I had support. Me and Tim are very proud of how it turned out, I learned a lot from him” the woman nodded with a small smile as she continued with her questions. “You said you had support,” you nodded “how did your work get affected by friendships on set? I mean, you’re a pretty young director and you’re the same age as the actors right?” You nodded again and smiled “yeah, the others really played a really big part in my life during those months of filming. Especially Jenna, we already worked together on the fallout as you may know, but we got even closer, she’s one of the main reasons I didn’t give up” you nodded to yourself with a small smile, the interviewer seemed to be satisfied with your answer as she continued.

“Well we can definitely expect big things from you (Y/N)” you nodded in thanks “are you working on any project or planning to work on one?” Million dollars question. “Uhm I’m actually thinking of switching careers” you started “directing is fun and gives lots of satisfaction, but I would like to try something new you know? Maybe acting is a better field for me” you said with a small smile. The woman, seeming satisfied enough with your answers said goodbye to you and let you go back to the others. The premiere itself was good, paparazzi taking photos and your friends being interviewed… you just took in the atmosphere. It felt nice if you stopped to think about it. Everyone was there to see Jenna because they loved her, they loved her performance, and not so secretly you thought about how that would feel if people were there to see you.

As you stood aside talking to occasional people and other random actors, eventually the premiere came to an end. You were all leaving, the actors in front while you and Tim stood back, paparazzi taking pictures of the actors as y’all went by. But then Jenna’s steps faltered, she turned around and walked to where you were at the end of the line, taking your hand as she basically started running to her car “Jenna what the hell-“ you said through giggles as she dragged you to her car, trying to keep balance as you still couldn’t walk on those heels. “We’re leaving together” you looked at her in confusion “…okay?” You looked back at Emma and the others and shrugged, before being pulled into Jenna’s car.

You were great for the dark tinted windows because as soon as the car left Jenna sat on your lap, straddling you as she started kissing you deeply. Hands cupping your cheeks and yours went to her waist, “you looked so pretty tonight,” she said in in between kisses and deep breaths “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you” she said and moved to your neck, where she licked, sucked and bit down on your skin, making a soft moan escape your lips. “I can’t get enough of you” she said, you loved this side of her, when she gets touchy and flirty and wanting to make you hers… you love that. Eventually the two of you arrived home, luckily to your apartment as you lived alone, and you made it to the bedroom between kisses, Jenna wanted so bad to get rid of your dress, but she waited for your consent, as the two of you had never done this together.

Suddenly, you pulled back from her “Jen… I’m ready” you told her while trying to catch your breath. Jenna smiled brightly and the both of you discarded of your dresses and made love into the night for the first time, together.

A/N: next chapter will probably contain a lot of angst so grab the popcorn and get ready!

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the-offside-rule · 11 months

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Carlos Sainz Jr - It's Always Been You

Requsted: on wattpad

Prompt: Y/n and Carlos were friends but when they become more competitive it turns into bickering etc

Warnings: nada

Carlos Sainz and Y/n Y/l/n. They had known eachother their entire lives. Their father's were both racers and childhood friends and theur mother's were friend too before they met the drivers. Naturally, they spent a lot of time with the eachothers family, even though she lived in Barcelona and he lived in Madrid. They visited each other for the weekends but then things started to change when they were eight. She began karting and so did Carlos. Now, for the first few races they were friends and they got along fine, but then then during the last race of the season, he cut her off and she went spinning, making her lose the championship and ended with Carlos winning it.

She stormed up to Carlos after the race. She threw the helmet at his feet. "You son of a bitch!" A gasp escaped her mother. "Y/n! Language." She yelled. "You took my championship! You made me spin out!" Her father grabbed her hand. "No! You just aren't good at racing! Girls cannot race and I tried to tell you but you wouldn't listen! Girls.cant.race!" The statement felt like a stab to the heart. Tears poured down her cheeks as she ran by him to hide under the table in my tent. She had worked so hard for this, she worked so hard only to end up crying. Carlos walked in and knew she'd be under the table, it had been her go to when escaping family. "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have done that. I think I forgot what I was doing and just-" he slapped his two hands together, indicating them colliding. "Yeah." She sniffed. "It was dumb. You shouldn't have done that." He put his arm around her shoulder as a form of comfort. "I won't do it again. I promise. Oh, and-" he paused taking something. "you left your helmet." She believed his promise. She shouldn't have but shs believed it.

Formula Renault. Y/n was about to become the first girl to win the competition. Final three corners of the final lap, he bumped into her rear wheel and off she spun. There was nothing she could have done to save the car, she could only brace herself. She felt the front get hit, then the back and that was it. The car came skidding to a stop. She un buckled herself and hopped out of the car without a scratch. Y/n took her helmet off and walked back to my team. Carlos was up on the podium with the Spanish anthem baliring. She stormed over to the tent again and booted the helmet across the ground. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It's always the fucking same with this sneaky bastard!" Y/n was finally done with him and his stupid promises.

Her first race in Formula 1. She wasn't the first woman in formula one but was still a woman none the less. Y/n was driving along the straight of Australia in 2016 and yet again, that pesky Madridsta hit the car but this time, it took both of then out of the race. She hopped out, actually finished with him now. She was not going to pretend like it just happens. He was out of his car, observing the damage and taking off his gloves. He turned around to be faced with her, the small catalán girl, in a Force India suit, about to rip his head off. "What's your fucking problem?" He was speechless. "Do you have a problem with me at all? If so just say it so I can stop trying to be nice to you."

"Why would I have a problem with you?" he asked, scratching the back of his ear. "You are fucking joking! You always hit me off the track! Now look! Karma is a bitch isn't she?" She threw her arms up in the air. "I didn't mean to-" she shushed him by placing her finger on his lips. "No, no, no. I'm in a silver, orange and green car in the middle fo the day! You can't miss it! You made a promise when we were eight that you would stop crashing into me and here we are again Carlos!" He still doesn't say anything. "Just come find me when you want to talk because I'm not doing this right now!" She tried to walk away but he grabs her hand to pull me back. "Get off me!"

"No. We are talking now." He leans into my ear. "The cameras are on. Just pretend at least." She scoffs and walk away with him reluctantly. "Explain why you won't stop being a douchebag." She says coldly. "Ooh. That hurt. It's almost as if you haven't called me that before." he replied in a mocking tone. In all honesty, she had called him that a couple of times but it was true. "Yeah? Well don't feed the bullshit excuse of 'I didn't mean to, I didn't see you' cause that what you always say and I played along but now I'm in Formula one! You can't miss my car! Look at it Carlos!" he looked back at the car stranded. "That wasn't my excuse this time."

"Aha, but you had an excuse!" She laughs. "Yes. My brakes weren't responding. They just, stopped working. You can go have a look now if you want but they don't work." That...that actually made sense now. "Oh. Sorry I guess." That apology sounded so ingenuine. "I should be saying sorry. I ruined your first race." Damn. He was actually apologising for something that wasn't his fault. "Can I do anything to make it up to you?" he asked. That took her by surprise. "No, no. It's fine. Brakes well, break sometimes and there's nothing we can do about it really." I reasoned. "How about dinner? It's the least I could do." She stopped dead in her tracks. "Dinner? Like a candle lit dinner? At night?" He nodded with a smirk growing onto his face. "What time?" His smile grew as he heard my response. "Eight or seven. Up to you really."

"Half seven. Would that be alright for you?" He slung his arm around my shoulder. "Definitely. Can't wait princesa." Y/n looked at him again with a smirk. "Princesa? Since when was I princesa?" She asks while being in a state of nervous giggles. "It's always been you."

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lucienarcheron · 10 months

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Tales of the Fox & the Fawn - III

Season I - A series of short snippets to fill my Elucien heart.

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Territorial and Proud

It wasn’t that Elain didn’t like Vassa. The enchanted queen was very friendly and pleasant.

But she had a very loud personality and made Lucien laugh.

She made Lucien laugh a lot and while Elain always wanted Lucien in a good mood and laughing, she didn’t like it when other females made him laugh. Constantly.

It also didn’t help that Vassa’s visit came around the time of their mating frenzy, which had barely passed.

So it wasn’t that Elain didn’t like her. She actually liked her quite a bit! They would absolutely become the closest of friends. It was just that...she found herself a tad territorial around her mate. In that irrational way the mating frenzy could make a person.

And in Elain’s humble opinion, Vassa had over-welcomed her stay.

So the logical thing was to remind the very nice, very friendly queen, that she needed to go home. This logical thing included no pants.

Elain’s bare feet padded softly down the stairs and into the hall, towards the dining area of the House of Wind where she knew they would all be. By they, she meant everyone and by everyone, she specifically meant Lucien and Vassa.

She ran her fingers through her loose hair, letting it fall over her shoulder and down her back as she fixed Lucien’s tunic on her frame. She swam in it, the sleeve falling off one shoulder, and only reaching her mid-thighs. It smelled like their scents mixed together and if that wasn’t encouragement enough for the others to scatter on sight, Elain already had another way in mind.

She didn’t even have to say a word when she came into the room. She knew she had Lucien’s attention instantly, knew she had everyone’s attention now but Elain chose to head to the dining table that had an array of finger food arranged on it instead. The silence that followed her entrance merely confirmed to her that indeed, she had left everyone speechless.

Human Elain would’ve fainted at the sight of this Elain. But this Elain had shed human etiquette a long time ago.

“Dove. You seem to be forgetting something.”

Lucien’s voice was breathless in her ear. His face was flushed as he stood in front of her, shielding her from everyone else’s sight. Her gaze dropped down to the crotch of his pants where his arousal was evident and Elain met his gaze again with a coy smile.

“No. I’m not forgetting anything.”

“You’re not wearing any pants.”

“I’m not wearing panties either.”

“Elain.”

“Does it bother you that I’m not wearing anything but your shirt?” she asked, innocently blinking at him, shifting a little so that she was once again in full view of their audience. She watched him run a hand over his lips.

“Not in the slightest.” he replied quietly, shifting in front of her once more. “I’m just trying to figure out why you’re doing it in front of everyone else.”

“Because I like people to know that I’m yours. And that you’re mine.” Elain replied. Her eyes flickered to the table then back to him and she smiled, shifting again. “Do you think people would know that if we fucked on the table?”

She saw, felt, and heard his breath hitch and Elain knew he was seconds away from whining.

“Elain.” he begged, his body in front of hers, shielding her away from the others once more. “People already know about us, dove. We have nothing to prove.”

“Who said anything about proving to anyone?” she questioned with a quirked brow. “What if I just want you to fuck me on this table? Right here, right now.”

Lucien’s fists clenched, the scent of their arousal taking over the room and Elain was vaguely aware of their said audience trying to scatter away from them as quickly as possible.

“We have guests.” he said quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose and she giggled.

“They can watch.” she replied and tugged gently at the end of his tunic. Her cheeks heated at her own bold words. “I don’t mind.”

Lucien growled, his control finally snapping. The table had been cleared — Rhys seemed to know what would happen next — and Lucien had Elain sprawled on the table in the next second, a whimper slipping from her lips as he tore at the tunic, the shirt falling open – like Elain was a gift he was meant to unwrap.

“When I fuck you, dove,” he began, spreading her legs, his hands slowly trailing up and down her body. “I am the only one who gets the privilege of watching you unravel.”

#elucien #elucien fanfics #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar fanfiction #tales of the fox and the fawn #fic: ff #fic: territorial and proud #couldn't help but post an elucien one too today #gfics

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under the mistletoe

✎ night raven housewardens x gn! reader

|| includes : riddle roseheart, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto

|| fluff

✎ manager's note : ho ho ho~ merry Xmas everybody! if you thot santa was coming to deliver you presents, welp, you’re wrong! you’re stuck with me being your gift giver heheh~ but i hope you all enjoy these short scenarios i hv crafted <3

✦˚ riddle :

“w-what.. in.. queen’s name..”

christmas within heartslabyul is as followed according to the book of ‘the queen’s rules’ like any other event held inside its walls. preparations were coming in steadily; roses dusting in red and white, creases ceasing to exist on any laid checkered tablecloth. everything was perfect.. except a certain shrub hanging on top of the gates towards the main garden.

in riddle’s defence he had kept his tone quite mellow by the standard of trey and carter, but overtime that patience drew thin and his urge release his anger came in due time. panic settled in, deuce alongside carter was scrabbling for answer as trey booked it for riddle’s side; ace, on the other hand, also left in a state of shock had calmed down when eyes noticed you and grim trailing from behind, yet dread shot back up when remember the mistletoe above the warden’s head.

had noticing the commotion, you and grim stood in confusion till you eyed up certain specks of white looming over your head. thinking not much of it, you ducked back down towards riddle, who in turn, had been screaming his lungs out; carefully you leaned in and pressed your lips against his heated cheek before parting and leading grim and yourself into the garden.

let’s just say your ‘christmas gift’ to the young tyrant left him [and everyone else] completely speechless.

✦˚ leona :

“a warning, mutt, don’t do.. that again-”

parties were never the prince’s thing; the noise and ruckus was an absolute headache to deal with. on nights like these, he’d sneak his ways inside the school’s botanical garden, going unnoticed, to take a quick cat nap till ruggie barges in to wake him up. yet, this christmas, instead of awaking to his fellow vice, he was met with a certain herbivore asking for trouble.

you had heard news of savanaclaw’s christmas party and was even personally invited by jack himself to join in. truly, you had expected munching down on local foods and drinks not a steak out mission to lure mr kingscholar back to his dormitory yet you still begrudgingly agreed on earning a favor from ruggie. it had took you a millennia to reach the tops of the glass dome, having slipped several times and bruising your skin [even leaving scars and gashes].

looking up and down the place, you finally found the precious prince laying below from shaded trees. taking advice from his literal caretaker, you shuffled into the greenery, only standing a foot away from stomping on the feline. it was then sparkles of white under the moonlight caught your attention. noticing the branches filled with mistletoe above you had your face burning red. not wanting to follow along with tradition yet needing someway to wake the sleeping lion..

..you drew closer, pecking the tip of his nose, in turn, eyes fluttered in irritation yet on closer inspection, a light hint of red dusts his cheeks.

✦˚ azul :

“you were close, but.. not close enough~”

despite the jolly season, floyd had been whining non-stop since winter break, his bored had taken quite the toll on his mood that even jade felt that nothing could be done about it yet with remember a certain shrimpy that was also stuck within their dorms, he decided to devise some plan to make his holiday a little worth wild.

he had been skimming through some of his brother’s ‘about nature’ books he kept around their room when he stumbled upon a weed that landfolk had held a tradition against. if the flora is hung over two individuals’ heads, they were made to exchange an quick intimate moment on the lips; with knowing about your little crush on his housewarden, why wouldn’t he take advantage of that and cause some chaos fun for his own entertainment.

and so he decided the best plan of action was strapping some on azul’s private room within the lounge before rushing to pay you a little visit. you hesitantly took his suggestion of a game, since you and grim were growing fairly weary as winter break went on. both of you travelling your ways into the almost empty mostro lounge with having you knocking on azul’s door to call him out. with a creak, azul greeted you yet as you were ready to accept your fate, a finger laid on your lips..

and before long a kiss was felt on your rosy cheeks..

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Keep Your Eyes on Me

Summary: At a certain person's invitation, Chrysos goes to watch the Basketball Club's last game of the season. Word count: 1.2k A/N: oh my god okay so. imagine this is like post-book 6 bc i read somewhere that basketball season (at least in the big leagues) ends around march-april? anyway this is what becomes of the barrettes from the other fic lol Tagging: @thehollowwriter (lmk if you want me to stop tagging at any point)

It’s because Azul’s on bedrest and someone ought to watch Floyd, Chrysos tells himself as he takes a seat on the gymnasium bleachers, not just because Santiago asked me to come. And then, of course, I only obliged because…

He stops that train of thought firmly in its tracks, pursing his lips so hard that they become pale.

The circumstances under which he was asked were like this—

When Chrysos approached the TA’s usual table, only Ace and Santiago were there. Sitting side-by-side, they appeared to be discussing something.

Chrysos stepped closer to listen in.

Unaware, Ace continued to snicker and tease Santiago:

“Come on, just ask! Then, you’ve got a clear path to a date after the game—”

Face flushed, Santiago glanced over his shoulder and hissed at Ace, “Shut up!”

“Huh?” Ace looked back too, locking eyes with Chrysos. He grinned and elbowed Santiago, eliciting a squawk-like yelp.

“…What’s going on?” Chrysos finally asked, sitting down next to Santiago with his breakfast tray.

Somehow, Santiago’s face reddened even more. “Nothing—”

“Good ol’ Iago here,” Ace interjected, unbearably smug, “has something to ask of you.”

Chrysos tilted his head, imploring the two to go on. A sort of interest, a teasing curiosity outweighed his consideration for Santiago’s dignity (which, honestly, could stand to take a few hits).

“Ace, you bastard…!” Santiago gritted his teeth, flustered. He earned another elbow in the side for his troubles. “Fine, fine!” he conceded, turning and trying (read: failing) to meet Chrysos’ eyes. “Our last basketball game of the season is tomorrow. I—If you have time, can you come and watch… please?”

The little please caught Chrysos off-guard, leaving him speechless for a few moments. “Sure,” he said automatically before he could really consider his answer in depth, eyes trained on Santiago’s nervous tics. Rough, sun-tanned fingers fiddling with his earrings; one foot tapping repeatedly against the ground…

“Great!” Ace stood up and slapped both of them on the back, startling Chrysos out of his reverie. “Nice sitting with ya, lovebird and lovefish. I’m gonna go find the other pairs of lovebirds now. Have fun!”

His parting words left both Santiago and Chrysos sputtering angrily.

“Jeez…” Santiago shook his head, feather-like bangs trembling. “Can we just agree to ignore whatever nonsense he’s spewing?”

“Please,” agreed Chrysos, trying to ignore the odd feeling in his chest.

—and just thinking about it makes him embarrassed, heat rising to his cheeks. The worst part is that he can’t stop thinking about it. Can’t stop thinking about the look on Santiago’s face, can’t stop thinking about the fact that he was willingly invited to something so important to Santiago, that they’re sharing something like this…

Chrysos is frustratedly messing with one of his curls when Yu sits down next to him.

“Hey, Chrysos,” says the TA. “Do you usually go to these games?”

And isn’t this an interesting sight?

Why would the TA, who normally has nothing to do with sports, be here…?

Oh—that’s right. Floyd had been bragging about how he got Yu to agree to coming all of the previous night. While Chrysos was stewing in dizzying emotional confusion, no less.

Talk about rubbing salt in the wound…

Chrysos shakes his head. “Normally it’s Azul or Jade who comes to chapero—celebrate Floyd.”

“Oh. So nothing to do with Santiago?”

Yu’s amused tone makes Chrysos grimace and almost subconsciously look to the side, where all the players are gathered on the sidelines. Having front-row seats makes it all too easy for him to spot Santiago and Floyd, the former of whom offers him a nervous, trying-to-be-confident grin. The barrettes Chrysos bought for him are slightly askew, leaving strands of red-blue hair dangling over his expressive eyes.

His appearance is so rough, imperfect. A professional amateur at home in his environment.

It’s endearing.

…And just as quickly, Chrysos banishes that thought to a section of feelings to be considered later.

Instead, he admits, “He invited me.”

“As I thought,” Yu remarks matter-of-factly while waving to an overly eager Floyd. “Santiago probably wants you to watch him at his best, whether he’s come to terms with it or not.”

“I could tell,” replies Chrysos under his breath, tugging his curls closer to his face with an uncharacteristic shyness. “If that’s what he wants, then that’s what he’ll get.”

Soon enough, the whistle blows, an auditory signal piercing the whole gym. As Santiago walks onto the court to face off against the white-uniformed RSA players, he adopts that usual expression of his again—an easy, cocky smile, paired with a sharp two-fingered salute.

Don’t go looking for Rielle right now, Santiago’s eyes seem to declare, shining bright like liquid gold under the gymnasium lights. Watch our team. Watch me.

And watch him Chrysos does, focused on him for the whole game—from start to victory.

Chrysos is standing off quietly to the side when Santiago, in all his athletic afterglow, steps out of the gym. The merman almost blends in with the crowd when he keeps to himself, but Santiago spots him instantly and walks over.

“Hey,” he greets, voice layered with both ragged exhaustion and inextinguishable excitement.

Chrysos nods to him. “Congrats.” He glances up and frowns—it’s been bothering him the whole time, but…

“Something up?”

“Lean down for a moment.” When Santiago immediately does as he says, Chrysos reaches up and gently unclips the barrettes pinning back Santiago’s bangs, matted with sweat, before brushing his hair back and refastening the pins. He steps back to admire his handiwork. “There.”

Santiago is quiet, wide-eyed when looking back down at him. It seems that’s all it takes for Chrysos to realize the intimacy of their situation.

“…Anyway,” Chrysos forces out immediately, hands flying to a folded position behind his back as if he’s been shocked, “good job. During the game.”

“Y—Yeah, you think so?” Santiago preens under the praise, eager to change the subject. “I think I did way better than usual today.”

Chrysos can’t help it; he snickers at the other’s expense, relishing how normal this is. “I’d hope so. If you lost to RSA today…”

“I wouldn’t,” argues Santiago with immediate passion. “Not in the final game. And definitely not with you watching,” he adds, a little more softly.

Unsure what to say to that (and what to do about the strange fluttering in his gut), Chrysos rolls his eyes with no small amount of playfulness. “You smell,” he comments bluntly. “Go take a shower and change.”

“Yes sir,” is Santiago’s mock-sober response in Chrysos’ own voice. He drops the facade immediately, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Can I expect a reward when I get back?”

“Maybe.”

Santiago lights up, because, at least between the two of them, a maybe is as good as a yes.

“But shower first,” insists Chrysos, pushing Santiago by the shoulder in the direction of the locker rooms. It elicits a warm chuckle from the beastman.

“Alright, alright, I get it. I’ll wash myself off already.” Santiago turns and winks at Chrysos, doing unseemly things to his heart. “See you in a few.”

It takes everything in Chrysos’ body to not stammer. “...See you.” He watches Santiago walk off, gaze trained on the damp back of his basketball jersey. At least, until Yu comes over and stands next to him.

“Nice work, lover boy,” Yu says sincerely, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Shut up.”

#kai's writing #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #chrysos pendentif #santiago parro #yuusona #ace trappola #floyd leech #last 3 have limited involvement #also yea yuusona sneak peek :) heehee #fellas is it gay to always gently brush back your friend(????)'s bangs and readjust his barrettes for him #this one's from like. two weeks ago but yk #scheduling this one to post at midnight so i can go tf to sleep now lol (<- kai at nearly 11 pm)

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All That Our Senses Can Perceive

The X-Files. MSR. UST. Teen and up. Seasons 4-6. WC: 4,957. Read on AO3.

Tagging @today-in-fic

“And then Jesus took his beloved Mary Magdalene in an embrace, an embrace not of God and woman but of man and woman. And Jesus said to Mary, 'Love the body, for it is all of the soul that our senses can perceive.'" Cardinal O’Fallon ~ Hollywood A.D.

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1.) It starts with sight, doesn’t it? Unless we are born into blindness it all comes in through the eyes first. We see, we process, we create visual memories; we integrate miniscule pieces into a larger whole. The same image seen through our eyes often enough may eventually become so familiar that any but the largest and most sudden of changes run the risk of being unnoticed.

Scully was young and full-cheeked the first time he’d laid eyes on her. Cute. With all the connotations that description carries. Mulder hadn’t ever been a fan of cute. He’d liked dark and mysterious; slightly dangerous. And look where that had gotten him.

But she soon proves to be so much more than cute. There seems nothing his sight can take in of her that can possibly surpass her intelligence. Perhaps her eyes, though. Yes, her eyes. Bright, sharp, terribly blue. Like the sky had kissed her and left a bit of its eternity in her eyes.

She’s soothing to look upon now; familiar and accustomed. But maybe he’s grown too used to seeing her with comfortable eyes.

He glances up as she walks in the office, the brief, direct sunlight they manage to get every day illuminating her just so. And the sight of her hits him like a two-by-four upside the head. It dawns on him that she’s gone from soft curves and precociousness to sharply defined and stunningly beautiful in what seems like a matter of hours, overnight. But no, it hasn’t happened that quickly. His memory collects the barely registered glimpses of her slow alteration, and those coalesce in an instant and show to him his partner in the whole of her transformed and radiant glory; a vision bearing cups of coffee.

His eyes reassess the shorter haircut with its soft layers and a slightly different shade than before; the finely cut suit; the manicured brows and meticulous makeup. He’s rendered speechless as the changes sink in all at once. And he finds himself falling just a little bit more in love with her. He likes that she keeps him on his toes and presents him with puzzles to solve. This one he needs to figure out quickly, he thinks. For his own piece of mind. He needs to know that his inattention hasn’t cost him too steep a price.

“Good morning,” she says in greeting, and his eyes drift to her full, autumnal shaded mouth. “What? Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?”

He sits up and takes the offered coffee. “Uh, sorry. No, no, I was distracted for a second there. Thanks.”

“Have you had a chance to start the report on the Peacock case? I’d like to get that one wrapped up and on Skinner’s desk by the end of the day. It should go quickly since we seem to agree on the facts. Still want to settle down in a town like Home, Mulder?”

He watches as she perches on the chair at the computer desk, smoothing her well-cut skirt down her hips and thighs. She looks over at him, waiting for a response.

“You get a new tailor, Scully?”

Her head tilts as the skin between her eyebrows crinkles. Color blooms on her cheeks as her eyes dart away and down. “Well,” she says carefully, “in a manner of speaking, yes.” And then a bit defensively adds, “Thanks for finally noticing.”

“Got a new name on your dance card; something you wanna share?” He keeps a teasing, casual tone but he’s aware that his heart has sped up. He takes a sip of coffee to wet his suddenly dry mouth.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no. It’s not like I have any room for a social life these days. Sometimes a girl just wants to up her game. Can we focus on the report, please?”

He’s made her uncomfortable. That wasn’t his intent, but he doesn’t mind it so much. Mulder has his own ways of keeping her on her toes, too. He shuffles through the piles on his desk and leans across it, handing her a red and white X-File. “The Peacock’s. My notes are inside. How do we file this one, Scully? Under murderous, inbreeding families or something a bit less lurid?”

“We’ll figure it out. We always do, don’t we?”

He sits back and weaves a pen between busy fingers, studiously holding back a relieved smile just in case she looks up again. So, she’s done it for herself then, and that delights and frightens him in equal measure. Seeing as they spend so much time in each other’s company, she’s also done it for him, in a way. At least that’s what he tells himself. He also decides to start paying better attention, and to do it with more appreciative eyes.

2.) Our sense of smell is the only one of the five universally agreed upon that bypasses the thalamus and travels directly to the emotional center of the brain. The varied scents we take in can affect our mood, trigger memories both old and recent, even precipitate the bonds that tie us to those we love. We will wrinkle our noses at unpleasant memories and seek out those scents that bring us comfort.

She smells like the world to him, and like a day. Like twenty-four hours. Mornings, she is fiery dawn and dewdrops on vivid green grass; the slightly acrid scent of whatever she uses on her hair when ironing away all those waves she battles so stubbornly to tame. And citrus blossoms. The sharp tang of her shampoo merging with the soft floral of her perfume. She is brand new, ripe with possibilities.

By afternoon the false aromas of her morning grooming are beginning to fade, along with the perfume. This is when she begins to exude the scents of a small, tightly packed, hidden old library. The smell of timeworn paper brushed by her fingertips, and the glue of bindings as books are opened, the faint odor of her Earl Grey tea and, oddly, of patchouli. It transports him back to his first year at Oxford and the intoxication of escaping home, and of who he was on the Vineyard. The world opening up for him and offering more knowledge than any one man could ever hope to absorb. Scully is the comfort of an old leather chair on a rainy midday, curled up with a book and utterly content.

Some afternoons are absent of her though, and he pictures her sharp and precise, surrounded by the smell of death, elbow deep in some poor bastard’s chest, searching for answers. Or perched on the edge of a chair in a witness’s living room, sipping bad coffee as the fabric of her clothing absorbs the stink of burning tobacco that she will carry back with her. She smells like work in those times, like a reminder of the often-tedious nature of the path they’ve chosen to follow.

Evenings are his favorite. When the light fades and shadows come out to play. She smells most like herself after dark. Unadulterated Scully. Stripped of the aura of professionalism, soft and fragrant. The rich and earthy scent of her hair, the slightly sour aroma of the day’s caffeine on her breath, the subtle musk of her skin. And something spicy and exotic that is simply woman. Sometimes he’s lucky and they’ll grab a bite to eat before going their own ways. He’ll sit next to her if he can, and breathe deeply as they share a meal, absorbing as much of her as possible. He banks the memories, and their attendant scents, for those times when he most needs them.

His account though, is sorely lacking of late. Because all he breathes in of her now is her illness. And beneath the new, unwelcome scents of medication and their brutal side-effects, he swears he can smell the singular stench of the cancer pressing into her brain, threatening her beautiful mind, her very life. He is angry and frightened. It feels as though they are crouched helpless under a dark storm cloud of free-floating anxiety, soaked not in rain but in the pungent ozone of impending doom.

Neither speak as they leave Skinner’s office, having just presented a second and much more accurate report on one Edward Van Blundht Jr. and his crimes. The silence accompanies them all the way down to the basement and is broken only after Scully slots the file into its proper location in the cabinet.

“I should have known he wasn’t you, Mulder,” she says quietly as he moves to sit down. Her words make him straighten and their eyes cautiously meet. “Under better circumstances, I would have been able to tell.”

He lifts an open palm her way, an invitation to elaborate, and waits. Her head ducks briefly before she returns her gaze to him. Her head tilts, her chin tips up. He’s familiar with her determined posture.

“I’ve lost my sense of smell recently. From the cancer.” She anxiously wets her lips, flicks her eyes away for a beat. He glimpses unspoken grief as she looks back up at him. “If I could’ve smelled him, I would’ve known. I would’ve known he wasn’t you.”

They both take a step and meet in the middle space, and she surrenders into his open arms. He holds her for a long time and fills his coffers with these new and undesirable scents too, these tragic memories. They are of her, and so are still more precious to him than even the truths he seeks.

3.) Along with smell, the ability to taste is the oldest of our senses. It evolved in order to help us choose which foods to eat and which to avoid. It’s thought that there are five basic tastes: salty, sweet, sour, bitter, and umami. The best of flavors is a subtle blend of all of them. An alchemy that coats our tongues and offers us endless pleasures. Sharing food and drink with a loved one can be an experience both comforting and sensual.

He's gotten his first true taste of her in a hospital hallway in Allentown, Pennsylvania. The kiss on her forehead is tender if fervent, and his lips parted just enough to transfer a bit of her essence to them. He circles his mouth with the tip of his tongue not long after she leaves him in the corridor, and he goes too long without drinking anything afterwards. He doesn’t want to wash away her taste.

He’s greedy those last few days she’s in the hospital, when he’s certain he’ll lose her. He gorges on her, pressing kisses against the velvet of her cheeks and forehead, the corners of her mouth, the boney knuckles of her cold hands, so delicately enfolded within his. He doesn’t care who witnesses it. All that matters is that Scully knows his heart through his caresses. He experiences a kind of withdrawal when her cancer goes into remission. He no longer has an excuse to put his mouth on her, to touch her more freely than he has before. As she heals, he fears she may begin to slip back into her nearly impenetrable shell, and he mourns the possibility of losing the rare vulnerability she’s begun to show him, and the loss of the taste of her.

Tonight, he carries out his plan with military precision. He has a goal and badly wants to achieve it. He casually invites himself to Scully’s motel room over the phone, making an excuse about showing her something on the case they’re working. He does the prep in his room first and stands before her door, bouncing on the balls of his feet, waiting for her to let him in. The door swings open and her attention is immediately drawn to the small tray balanced on his open palm, covered by a thin motel hand towel. And then to the bottle of wine tucked high under his arm.

“Mulder?”

He steps past her and into the room, setting the tray on the low dresser that houses the TV and turns to her. “I, uh, I know it was a while ago, but I was thinking we could finally do that wine and cheese thing I skipped out on in Florida.”

“A memorable night in the forest and stacking bodies in a cave didn’t make up for it?” she asks, coolly skeptical but obviously amused, and he relaxes a little. She’s barefoot and has shed her suit for comfy pajamas, and it strikes him anew how petite she is. He often imagines her twice her actual size, an Amazonian warrior.

He doesn’t answer, instead setting down the bottle and uncovering the tray. There are those half-dollar sized rounds of cheese that come sealed in red wax, slices of Vermont sharp cheddar, small wedges of Gouda and Emmental. A sleeve of Ritz crackers sits nestled next to the neat arrangement. Two clear plastic glasses lay stacked on their sides. He turns them upright and twists the cap open on the bottle, a cheap Chardonnay; the best he could find in the small grocery store at the end of the block.

“It’s not Moet & Chandon,” he tells her. “But it’s passable. Hopefully.”

“Am I to assume your need to share information on the case was a ruse then?”

“Yeah, you could say that,” he agrees with a bashful grin. She settles at the foot of the bed, and he hands her a half-filled glass and then knocks the lip of it against his own. “To things postponed but not forgotten.”

She takes a sip as she eyeballs the selection he’s brought. “Well, where should we start?”

“How about the Gouda? That’s my favorite. Cracker, or no?” He holds a wedge between finger and thumb and gets a response he isn’t expecting as she parts her lips and tips her head up to meet his eye. He carefully places it on her waiting tongue and almost loses his legs as she curls and swipes it across his skin, capturing the wedge of cheese and his undivided attention.

“Scully,” he can’t help but breathe.

She stands and brushes against him as she reaches for the tray and carries it to the small table in front of the window. “Join me?”

He gratefully takes the chair across from hers and waits for her next move. This pas de deux they’ve begun is both tentative and willful. It seems they each have something to prove. She is healthy and back to work, right at his side. And despite being a man who doesn’t believe in them, Mulder accepts that this is nothing short of a miracle. He wants to take every opportunity given to show her that his devotion didn’t stop when she walked out of the hospital.

Scully plucks a slice of cheddar from the paper plate and tears it in two. “This one’s my favorite,” she tells him, and pops the segment in her mouth as her eyes raise to his. She offers the other half to him, holding it out just this side of not-close-enough. Her eyes are sparkling playfully.

He might as well be a helplessly hooked fish, reeled in by her sultry voice and perfect beauty. He leans across the small table and captures her forearm. He closes the distance and opens his mouth for the offered bite, and she feeds it to him. Her fingertips are wet by the time he loosens his hold on her. She’s been licked clean, and she tastes as assertive as the cheese she’s fed him. She is lovely on his tongue.

The seductive dance ends there, both having been satisfied, and the tension rachets down as they slide effortlessly into their usual give and take, tearing into the sleeve of crackers and lobbing banter between bites they feed themselves. Mulder doesn’t want to stay too long, getting up to leave when the bottle is half-empty. He doesn’t want to push any further tonight and doesn’t fully trust himself not to try. But she comes up on her toes as they pause in front of her open door and she softly kisses him goodnight, catching just the edge of his mouth.

He spends the rest of the evening in his own room, slightly buzzed and with a stomach full of cheese and crackers. He doesn’t hesitate to brush his teeth and wash away the taste of her as he gets ready for bed. He knows there’s more where that came from, to be offered less uncomfortably now, and he’s flustered with the thought of opportunities to come.

4.) Hearing is the sense that lets us know what’s going on around us. We have only to stop our progress as we move through a dark and misty forest to know there is someone or something behind, ahead, or to the side of us. We can hear the crunch of the leaves and small twigs snapping beneath their feet. Hearing makes it possible to listen, to laugh, and to enjoy the many things that shape our lives. But not everything we hear is pleasurable. Some sounds we might wish we didn’t have the sense to perceive.

There’s nothing more discordant to his ears than the sound of Scully’s grief, sketched in breathy sobs. It’s not because he doesn’t know how to comfort her, it’s that her tears in his presence are so rare a thing that he knows she’s reached an absolute breaking point.

They’re on a nearly empty redeye flight from Chicago and on their way home when he’s roused from a shallow nap as Scully presses her face into his arm. He blinks quickly awake as she begins to tremble. He can’t see her face - she’s hiding it in his sleeve - but he doesn’t need to. He flips up the armrest between them and she twists towards him as he wraps an arm around her shoulders and tugs her close.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispers into her hair. “I’m right here. It’s okay.”

Things have gone straight to hell since the holidays and Emily. They were still unsteady on their feet when she was drawn to Ruskin Dam and nearly died for it. And too recently, the girls they’d tried and failed to save. Compounded by everything else they’ve been dealing with, Mulder is nearing the end of his rope, too.

She recovers quickly, as she always does, and retreats, reaching under her seat and digging through her carry-on for the little package of tissues she keeps on hand. “Be right back,” he says and goes in search of a flight attendant. He soon returns with a styrofoam cup full of steaming hot water and a sealed teabag.

She’s wiped away all trace of her tears, but her eyes are red and puffy as she glances up at him in thanks. Her tray table gets lowered and it’s not until she’s dunking her teabag with intense concentration that she speaks again.

“I’m just so fucking angry,” she confesses in a raw whisper. “All the time, it seems.”

“Would it be stupid to ask?” He speaks low, leaning close. His hair brushes hers like a caress.

She pulls back and eyes him for a few seconds. “It’s all of it, Mulder. The last year especially. Will it ever be enough for them?”

Ah, the ubiquitous, monstrous, shadowy Them.

“The cancer,” she goes on before he can form a response. “And Emily. That poor child… my child. Even those girls. I don’t know if I should mourn for them or rejoice. Did I have a hand in what happened to them? Am I partially to blame?”

“No, no, not at all. There’s no reason to believe that,” he murmurs. He takes the hand not robotically dunking the teabag. He can do this much for her. He can listen. He can stand witness to her grief for her daughter, for all the lost little girls. He knows that pain well. She finally lets go of the string on the teabag, but only so she can reach up and under the hair at the nape of her neck. His eyes slide shut because he knows where this is headed and is helpless to prevent it.

“This life, Mulder, this life isn’t even mine anymore. It hasn’t been since I was taken and violated with the first implant. I thought I was doing the right thing having it removed. I never considered what that might mean. They own me, Mulder, and they know it. You know it, too.”

“Scully, we’re not certain of anything.”

She pulls her hand free. “You’ve never been one to shy away from the truth. Don’t start now. I need you to acknowledge this. As long as that thing is in my neck, they have control over me. They can call me to my death anytime they choose. And I can’t risk having it removed. If I do that, the chances of the cancer returning... well, I’m dead either way, aren’t I?”

“We’ll figure this out, Scully. I promise.” Even as the words are leaving his mouth, he knows it’s the wrong thing to say. She proves it with her mirthless chuckle.

“I don’t think so, Mulder. I’m running out of reasons to hope otherwise.”

“Then I’ll pick up your slack,” he tells her earnestly. “I’m not giving up. I won’t lose you to them.”

The ubiquitous, monstrous, shadowy Them.

“I think you overestimate your ability to keep me safe. And as soon as you’re no longer useful to them, Mulder, they’ll kill you, too.”

He opens his mouth to dispute her and is dismayed when he finds he can’t form a cogent argument. Not right now. He’s smacking up against the same wall she’s trying to punch her way through. An uneasy silence settles around them like a scratchy and unwanted blanket. Scully sips her tea, and he fidgets beside her. After a while he makes himself slow his breathing and hold the air in his lungs long enough to surface and lift his face above water. He closes his eyes, tips his head back, and lets out a heavy sigh.

“Well, we still have each other, Scully,” he eventually declares. “That’s something, huh? Maybe enough to get us through tomorrow. And the day after. The day after that, too, if we’re lucky. We’ve got that much.”

Her fingers land and curl around his, squeezing gently. He returns the gesture and shifts his hand until they’re palm to palm. He finally dozes off again, waking only when the pilot announces their descent into Dulles International.

5.) Touch. Is there any sense more impactful than this? Studies suggest that our sense of touch is fundamental to communication, bonding, and health. There is research which shows that touch signals safety and trust, it soothes us. The touch of a lover will often activate the body’s vagus nerve, which is intimately involved with triggering feelings of compassion; a simple touch can flood the body with oxytocin, also known as the love hormone.

It's always when she’s sick, dying, or when she’s been hurt. That’s the only time the carefully drawn lines are erased and they allow themselves the luxury of anything beyond their established norm. It vexes him, these lines that seem still so arbitrary between them. Why is an embrace given in comfort more acceptable than one offered up in simple affection? Why can’t a press of his lips against her cheek or forehead shift to become the lover’s kiss he so longs to give her? Deeper, more complex, a testament to their evolving relationship. What are they so afraid of?

He impulsively drives to her apartment Thursday night, when it’s still early enough to not get her out of bed. He knows she prefers to keep her workweek evenings free, just in case, and he’s counting on her being there.

She’s not, in fact, in her apartment at all when he’s lucky enough to snag a parking spot just across from the front entrance of her building. He catches sight of her sitting one step below the wide portico. She’s looking off to her left, elbows on knees, and she’s blowing smoke out of her nostrils like a tiny dragon, a fire-tipped cigarette held loosely in one hand. He snaps his tongue against the roof of his mouth like a disappointed parent even as the primal urge for a cigarette of his own floods through him. They say once you’ve encountered nicotine and fallen into its grasp, even if you quit smoking, the need never really goes away. It doesn’t escape him that the analogy is nearly identical to the way he feels about Scully.

She takes notice of him when he shuts the car door behind him and crosses the street. She studies him as he makes his way up the path and takes the first few steps, and he gives her points for not trying to hide the transgression against her cardiopulmonary system. He stands before her for a second or two before pivoting and settling in beside her.

“Feeling rebellious tonight, Scully?” She offers him the cigarette and he taps her arm away, even though they’ve shared an illicit smoke or two before, but not for a long time. “Nah. I’m trying to cut back on my vices.”

“Well, since this seems to be the only one I have these days,” she responds, “I try not to chastise myself overmuch when I feel the need. What are you doing here, Mulder?” She drops the half-smoked cigarette at her feet and lethally crushes it under the toe of her sneaker.

“Oh, you know.” He doesn’t have a good reason to be here. All he knows for certain is that she’s drawn him like a beacon tonight. He starts to put an explanation together in his head, something reasonable and benign, but doesn’t get the chance to speak it.

“Actually, I’m glad you stopped by. I feel I owe you an apology. I think you may be on to something about Monday. I keep having these… memories. I’m in the bank on my knees and your head is in my lap. You’ve been shot in the chest, and I can’t… you’re dying, Mulder, and I can’t save you. I can’t save myself, either. Or anyone else in there. Because he has a bomb.”

She finally twists her head enough to meet his eye. Her face is scrubbed clean of makeup, and she looks years younger, like she did the first time she walked into his office. He can almost recollect, word for word, their first sparring match, and he marvels at the changes in her over the last six years. While still rigidly scientific in her methods, beneath the trim and precise form she presents to the world, she is softer, more forgiving, more open-minded. Scully wears her acceptance of his slapdash journey through life and her place beside him with a grace far beyond what he deserves. Mulder isn’t entirely sure he knows what real love is, but she is the only answer he will ever accept.

He doesn’t even think about it. He leans in and traps her face in his hands and captures her surprised, open mouth under his, sealing them together as the world stops and holds its breath. Her fingers curl around his upper arm as he feasts on the bittersweet alchemy of Scully and tobacco. He slowly pulls away and raises an arm, slinging it over her shoulders. He gazes out at the street and Mulder feels her eyes locked in solid on him as he fights back a satisfied smile.

“Dare I ask?” she finally does. Her voice is low and husky.

“The next time we’re pulled into an inexplicable time loop and stuck in a bank with a dude strapped with dynamite, I don’t want to go out without ever having done that,” he explains. “Besides, fate cheated us not so long ago outside my apartment. I‘m just righting a wrong, Scully, thumbing my nose at fate and all the vagaries of life.”

“You’ve very whimsical tonight, Mulder.”

He glances back over at her and his smile slips free. “Philosopher and poet,” he jokes while tugging her closer. His eyes drop down when she lightly drapes her hand midway up his thigh a small time later. It’s her turn to do visual reconnaissance on the street outside their little bubble, apparently. She’s diligently avoiding his eye.

“So, did I just hand you a brand-new shiny vice to add to your extremely limited catalogue? That would make two and I know how much you love nice round numbers.”

“I’m not sure kissing qualifies as a vice, Mulder,” she rejoins as she turns to him. The eyebrow is locked and loaded.

“It does if you do it right.”

He can tell he’s given her exactly what she was hoping for, and they exchange toothy grins in happy acknowledgement. She finally explodes with a high, girlish giggle. He follows not far behind her with one of his own, pitched lower but just as delighted, and they lean in together and share this, too. It strikes him that neither of them was scared at all.

Everything in its own time, he reminds himself. To everything there is a season. Even an agnostic knows the truth when he hears it.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Notes:

I’m not kidding when I tell you I had to drag the muse kicking and screaming out of her comfy little cave to get this written. Don’t know what her issue was, but I hope it was worth it. Only you can be the judge of that. Maybe she’ll be more agreeable next time. We shall see.

Things the muse grudgingly liked this time: ~ The playlist I finally settled on just a day ago, after weeks at this. Too many artists to mention. ~ The last of autumn’s vivid colors. ~ The first batch of hearty homemade soup. ~ Chimney smoke from the fires laid within the hearths of the homes around me. ~ Levon the Cat switching from his sleeping perch on the back of the couch to my lap for the extra warmth. I make a good furnace, I guess.

Till next time…

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topsyturvy-turtely · 2 years

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june challenge - day 2

[based on this prompt list. check out my contribution for day 1]

2. pet names

john was cooking. lasagna along with some salad. everything was almost done. the only thing left, was a bit of seasoning for the salad.

"sherlock, could you hand me salt and pepper, please?"

sherlock was sitting at the kitchen table, looking into his microscope. his equipment was spread all over the table, but the salt and pepper was out of reach. well, out of reach for john - sherlock would just need to stretch out his arm and could hand him salt and pepper.

but of course he didn't.

"sherlock? could you hand me salt and pepper please?", this time he put more stress into his request.

still nothing from sherlock.

"hellooo? earth to sherlock?! could you please just stretch your arm out so i can finish dinner?", john's voice now had an annoyed undertone and he waved his hand next to sherlock's face. of course john could just walk around the table and get it himself, but by now this was a matter of principle. he had cooked lasagna, damnit! it is not like asking your boyfriend to stretch out his arm once would be a too difficult task to request.

"oh come on sherlock, love, could you just hand me the goddamn salt?"

with a jerky movement sherlock whipped his head around. his eyes were big, his face blank and his mouth was slightly open. this made john feel a bit worried.

"wha- what is it, sherl-? are you okay?"

the detective looked utterly shocked. the eye contact was making john feel almost uncomfortable. was sherlock mad? john had no idea and didn't know how to react so he pointed across the table. "uh, the salt please, love?"

sherlock blinked.

and blinked again.

and then ten times more.

"yeah, this is getting a bit scary now.", john said, trying to ease the atmosphere that was suddenly ten degrees hotter.

sherlock continued staring at him. god, he loved his eyes. but sometimes having eye contact was a real challenge for john. why was he staring at him like that?!

sherlock inhaled sharply. Then he gulped. Then he opened his lips and there was a click of his tongue to hear. this was really weird...

"sooo, in fact- yo-you mean...", sherlock stumbled over his words.

john was confused. why was sherlock suddenly stuttering? he smiled at him anyways: "hm, yes?"

"i'm your..."

john didn't know where this was going but nodded encouragingly.

"i'm your... i'm your love?", sherlock finally managed to say.

john was surprised. so this was about the pet name?

"sherlock...", john said hesitantly. he stepped closer to his still sitting boyfriend and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"yeah, of course you are. 'course. you are my love.", he said and to emphasize he pecked sherlock's lips once. sherlock was still a beautiful statue of shock and john chuckled.

"can you hand me the salt now, love?", he asked again. this time using the pet name purposefully.

the detective blinked again but finally reached out to grab the seasonings.

"thank you, my heart.", the doctors said with a smirk in his voice. john simply couldn't resist making this utterly brilliant man absolutely speechless with these sweet little words of affection.

to top it off john kissed sherlock's cheek, then - with an enamored smile - turned around and finally finished dinner.

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yay, fluff! ✨ thanks for reading! 💚 do you see what i did there? *whispers* rEfeReNceS 🤭 i thought these two kinda weren't the typical couple calling each other by pet names. but this scenario seemed likely to me. lmk what you think! i will try to write the part for day 3 today sorry for being already a day late... 🙃

you should check out @timberva's post for day one, which is also based on that prompt list i found up there.

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marikn · 2 years

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Let’s talk about Byler, shall we?

More specifically, I want to talk about my predictions for s5 based on various tidbits I’ve heard about the duffers and their inspiration, and trends in past media.

This is going to be pretty long but just stick with me, I promise it gets good.

(EDIT) This theory is not a happy one and has been upsetting people.

I talk exclusively about my doubts here. If anyone would like to see it, I can make another post about my byler hopes :)

Anyway can someone tell me how to insert a cut

1. Destiel syndrome

Byler reminds me an awful lot of destiel. I never finished watching supernatural, but I definitely heard about what they did in the finale, and I think it’s likely that byler would end up in a similar situation.

I fear making them obviously canon would result in a lot of controversy. I think it’s much more likely that we’d get a scene similar to destiel’s confession, where the “I love you” can be interpreted a couple different ways.

Since Mike and Will often speak in a sort of code, I’m willing to bet Will’s confession will be encoded, and therefore entirely implicit (this ensures that the general audience can interpret it as Will talking about platonic or familial love instead), and Mike will be left stunned/speechless/unable to respond in some way before Will leaves, most likely to go straight to his death (like Castiel).

2. I don’t think we are going to get a byler kiss

As much as I would love to see it, I genuinely don’t think it will happen. There are a couple reasons as to why I think this, mainly having to do with the “bury your gays” trope.

I think Stranger Things has too wide of an audience for a kiss to happen, and I think the duffers know this. Typically, explicit romantic interactions in same-sex couples are avoided (unless the intended audience is the lgbtq community) because straight people don’t want to see that. No matter how beautifully a love story might be written, there are people who will claim they forced it for representation, people who will say it ruined the show, and people who will outright cover their eyes in disgust (I’m not exaggerating— I live with people who do this). It’s too much of a risk, especially with how popular the show has gotten.

All in all, there are too many “normal” people who watch st, and an on-screen queer kiss between two main characters would prompt too much backlash.

3. Star Wars parallels

The duffers have said they’ll be drawing inspiration for season 5 from Return of the Jedi. As it is, we can already see some parallels between the Star Wars characters and the stranger things characters (max in a coma/han in carbonite, el lifting nina/Luke lifting the ship). Assuming that Henry/Vecna/001 is meant to be Palpatine, I see two logical options for Darth Vader’s parallel.

One: Eddie. This ties into the kas!eddie theory a bit, but Vader’s origin began with Anakin’s defeat. Obi-wan battled Anakin and left him for dead on a remote planet, and he would have died if not for Palpatine and the suit he’d made for him. Palpatine remade Anakin entirely and gave him an all new identity— which could be a possibility between 001 and Eddie, now that we know the numbers have the ability to revive (el reviving max’s body in the finale).

Two: Will. This is the more likely option. In Star Wars, Palpatine poisoned Anakin’s mind by using his own fear against him (Anakin was seeing visions of his wife Padme dying, and was desperately searching for a way to save her). Palpatine took Anakin’s weakness and applied the necessary manipulation to mold him into a tool.

Much like Anakin’s “death” at the hands of Obi-wan, we can assume that Will Byers “died” in 1983 when he disappeared. When he came back, his mind was compromised, which allowed the mindflayer to take control of him. Much like Anakin, Will would (in theory) be willing to do whatever it takes to keep his loved ones safe, which will lead to his downfall (villain arc not included).

If they were to parallel Will and Vader like this, they would turn Will onto the path of the tragic hero archetype. At the end of Return of the Jedi, Darth Vader turns on Palpatine in order to save Luke, sacrificing his own life in the process. Remember when I said Will would confess to Mike right before walking into his doom?

4. Every ending has a beginning

Will Byers is going to die.

This show started with Will, and it will end with Will. Most likely, he will sacrifice himself for the sake of his friends and family. Once he does, I can see us getting a shot of Mike holding his body (probably similar to Richie and Eddie from IT) and only then will we get a glimpse of how Mike really feels about Will.

Will’s sacrifice will either destroy Vecna, or give El the upper hand so that she can kill him herself (this is, after all, her unfinished business). However it plays out, I have low expectations of Will actually making it through. The duffers seems to have been foreshadowing this, too.

Will has never had a happy childhood. Even before the Upside Down, he had Lonnie and the bullies weighing him down. He’s been doomed since the start; all throughout the show, he can’t seem to catch a break. He alone is linked to the upside down— to Vecna. We even see the two of them heavily paralleled through Vecna’s backstory (being “sensitive” children, not getting along with other kids, drawing the mindflayer). He’s been put through so much, time and time again, and it all reads very similarly to Harry Potter’s “pig for slaughter” storyline.

Like Harry with Voldemort, Will was marked and linked to Vencna when he was taken into the upside down. From then on, he’s been able to feel Vecna’s presence in his mind and in Hawkins whenever he’s active, the same way Harry can feel Voldemort’s presence through his scar. They have a permanent connection, whether they like it or not, and the only way to break it is for one of them to die. Obviously, since this is the final season, they will find a way to defeat Vecna. I will not be surprised, however, if that way requires Will to die somehow.

Only this time, there won’t be a way for him to come back.

(insert genius and well-crafted conclusion here) Basically: it’s not looking good for byler.

#mike wheeler #will byers #save Will Byers #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things spoiler #stranger things theory #stranger things 5 #stranger things 5 theory #st vecna

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 2 years

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I Hate You (Affectionately) Part 14

I Hate You (Affectionately) Masterlist

Summary: Once you were friends. But everything changed one day…

Pairing: Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x fem!reader

Warnings: childhood friends to enemies to adult lovers, slow burn, Santi is an idiot, angst, chaeting

Santi stood next to your locker. You walked closer and smiled. You hadn’t seen him a lot lately. It was football season and he was to be evaluated for a scholarship for college. He smirked as you stood next to him. He opened your locker for you. You smiled at him and put your books in. “Meet me ten minutes before my training begins under the bleachers. You nodded only.

With fast steps you walked to the meeting point. Santi stood there with his football jacket hanging over his shoulder. His duffel bag at his feet. He smirked as he saw you rushing in his direction. “I thought you would get cold feet, bubbles.” Heat rushed up your neck and spread all over your face. You sauntered over to him, “And miss talking to my best friend? Never!”

Santi smiled down at you. He may not be fully at his end hight, but he damn sure was taller then you are already. “About that talking you mentioned. Well I think there is any.” He leaned down and connected your lips together. Your breath hitched and your eyes went wide. Instincts took over. You closed your eyes and slowly moved your arms around Sant’s broad shoulders. He pulled you closer to deepen the kiss.

The wonderful moment was broken by hollering from the field. “Oi Garcia! Stop eating your girlfriend and come train.” Both of you jumped away from each other. Santi was flustered. His locks and clothes were a mess. You didn’t look better. “See you after practice.” You nodded, too speechless. Your brain still a mess.

Walking back to the field you walked by some of the player. Some didn’t pay you any mind some smirked. You smiled shyly at them. You walked further till you saw your best friend. Was he still your best friend after such a kiss? You were label less at the moment.

You waved at him shyly and he waved back at you. You stood before him and smiled. He did the same.

”So?” Santi shrugged. He started to lean in before David Johnson interrupted him. “Finally asked the girl to be yours. All it took was a bet. Shouldn’t have done it or she would have been mine now. Shame. Have fun, Garcia.” He winked at him and wolf whistled in your direction.

You turned to Santi with a disgusted look, “You kissed me for a bet?” Santi raised his hands and stammered, “I am sorry. Either me or Johnson. I didn’t want you to get kissed by his cheating ass.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “You can count yourself to this club.” Santi looked at you with wide eyes, “Why? I didn’t cheat on you. I didn’t tell you the truth.” You raised your arms. Your eyes hardened. The soft smile replaced with a sneer, “And that’s as bad as cheating. Leave me alone! Don’t ever try and contact me.” You turned away from him and began to run. Santi wanted to stop you. He ran after you to try and stop you, “Wait, bubbles.” You halted abruptly and turned to the boy who broke your heart into a million pieces, “Don’t you dare call me that nickname. You lost the right.”

Some other football players walked by and saw you two. One of them turned to you and snickered, “Oh little miss perfect didn’t get what she wanted. Did your little bubble pop, bubbles?” Santi turned to him and punched him in the face, “Shut up, Robinson!” He turned to you but you were already gone.

You woke up with a startle. Andrew was deep asleep. Why was this day haunting you again? You thought you had left it behind. Tears balanced at the seams of your eyes.

You pushed away your blanket and slowly crept away from your fiancé. You made your way to the kitchen and got a glass out of the cupboard.

You heard heavy footsteps come from the bedroom. “Everything okay, love?” You looked up from the countertop and smiled, “Yes, everything is fine. Just a little stress from last week catching up to me.” Andrew nodded before returning to your shared bed. You sighted. This will be a hell of a wedding planning.

“Let me see the ring.” Benny reached for your hand. You held it out while taking a sip from your much needed coffee. Benny turned your hand around to further inspect it. He nodded, “Approved. He will not be terminated.” Your mouth opened wide in shock, “Benny!” The man opposite you snickered.

You leaned into your seat and looked out the window. “Something on your mind, snips?” You shook your head, “No. Just a weird dream. Couldn’t sleep after I woke up.” Benny tilted his head, “Want to tell me about it?” You shook your head no. “There is something else I wanna talk about. Do you wanna be my man of honour?” Benny sat up straight. He folded his arms before his chest, “Well, I wasn’t expecting this. I thought I was gonna be your maid of honour.” Benny’s face didn’t break his neutral façade. You began to lightly snort till you broke down laughing. Benny grinned from ear to ear.

After ten minutes your laughing fit died down. You looked to your best friend while sipping on your water, “So this is a yes?” Benny wiped away the tears of joy that escaped his eyes, “Hell yeah! I will slay the title ‘man of honour’.”

Afterwards Benny drove you to your office. You sat at your table checking various papers and deals. Signing some of them. One particular deal caught your eye. You picket it up and read through it. Your eyes widened as you saw the subject of the paper.

You fished your phone out and dialled your fiancé’s number. He picked up immediately, “Hey, honey. Everything fine up there?” You huffed in annoyance, “No. Please come up. We have to talk.” With these final words you hung up.

Minutes later Andrew stood at your office. You fumed and slammed the paper in front of his face, “Explain! Now!” Andrew stammered before words flew out of his mouth. “It must have slipped from my personal folder. I wanted to talk about it. Because, as it is written. After we marry and we decide to have kids your position will be unoccupied. I wanted to asked if I could fill in while you stay home?” You pursed your lips. “I would have liked it if you told me instead of this mess. I have to asked Mrs. Goodwin and Mr. Garcia. After all this company has three heads of execution.” Andrew nodded. He left the office as you scheduled the head of board meeting.

The room was quiet. Olivia read through the paper while Santi twiddled his thumbs. He already read it and his look after was frightening. Olivia put the paper down and sighted deeply. “No!” That was the only thing she said. Santi nodded. You looked between them, “I am on your side. But I want to know what you two are thinking.”

Olivia sat up straighter. “If we would have said yes and you would eventually be pregnant, this contract would enable Andrew to sign over the company to his father. I may seem a bit paranoid but I have a bad feeling about this paper.” Santi pointed at Olivia before speaking, “Olivia is right. Something is wrong with this contract.” He took it and ripped it to pieces. “Tell your fiancé if he wants to fuse his father and our company together, his father should give up his seat in the company completely. Not like Bezos.”

You shook your head before standing up, “I will. Sorry for interrupting your busy day.” Olivia stood up next, “No problem deary. That’s why we work together so well. We don’t hide anything from each other.” Santi looked at the floor and cleared his throat. You left the room and walked over to your office to resume working.

After a while your phone dinged. You picked it up from your table and looked at the massage.

You sighted, “What is now the matter?”

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Scripts - S6 - Episode 33 (Part 1 of 3)

Chats around the villa with everyone except Amelia's former LI

NARRATOR: Welcome back to Love Island where everyone is still speechless over the news of tonight’s double dumping.

NARRATOR: This season has had more twists and turns than that double mini-roundabout near my parents house.

NARRATOR: But will the Islanders give way to the right people? And who will be left when it’s all said and done?

NARRATOR: I’m asking too many questions now, we’re just going round in circles. Let’s get back to it.

The Islanders look around the bedroom in shock.

TOBY_SERIOUS: A double dumping? I’ve only been here five minutes.

AMELIA_SAD: I know. So unfair.

{0}_SURPRISED: I can't believe this. Two people in one night!

{0} glances at you. Her eyes, full of worry.

{0} glances at you. His eyes full of worry.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Who are we all voting for then?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You don’t seem too phased, Marshall.

GRACE_SURPRISED: Yeah, do you know something we don’t?

MARSHALL_IDLE: I know I’ve had a good time so far. No point stressing.

OZZY_SERIOUS: Wish I had the same mentality, bro.

{0}_SERIOUS: Tell you one thing, I’m not done here. I’ll be staying.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Well, it’s not for you to decide if you stay. It’s up to the girls.

{0}_SERIOUS: There’s a handful of reasons why I shouldn’t go home.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Enlighten us.

{0}_SERIOUS: Well, three words to sum it up.

{0}_SERIOUS: Heart. On. Sleeve.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: And Flo. Four words. Flo. Obviously, Flo too.

FLO_EMBARRASSED: Aww… Sweet.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, I can think of five reasons why I should stay.

GRACE_HAPPY: Ooh, one more than {0}. What are your reasons?

{0}_SERIOUS: I’ve found a genuine connection here. Something special.

{0} smiles at you, a glint in his eyes.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ve been honest and open from the moment I got here.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m always complimenting the girls and reminding people to put suncream on.

{0}_HAPPY: That’s fair. Sun cream Police.

{0}_HAPPY: Fourth reason… I don’t snore.

{0}_HAPPY: Now we’re clutching at straws.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: And finally, if I get voted out now, I’d never live it down on stream.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I can see the comments already.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: And finally, if I get voted out now, I’ll forever just be the ‘Casa Amor guy’.

FLO_SAD: Aww, {0}. You’re more than just the Casa Amor guy.

MARSHALL_SAD: Hey, I wanna be ‘the Casa Amor Guy’. Move over buddy.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That last one was a bit of a stretch.

OZZY_SERIOUS: It isn’t just the guys who need to be explaining why they should stay though.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: One girl is getting dumped too, don't forget.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, I hadn’t forgotten but thanks for reminding me.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: You worried about getting dumped, {0}?

Not worried at all

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not worried at all. You guys need to lighten up.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: We’re here to have fun in the sun, not afraid in the shade.

AMELIA_IDLE: You’re right. As always.

{0}_SAD: I don’t wanna imagine you going, {1}.

{0}_SAD: Wouldn’t be the same.

I’m absolutely bricking it

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Worried? Of course I’m worried.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’ve already been dumped once. Nothing to say it couldn’t happen again.

PLAYER_SAD: For real this time.

{0}_SAD: I don’t wanna imagine you going, {1}.

{0}_SAD: Wouldn’t be the same.

Other people deserve to be dumped more

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m pretty confident I won’t be getting dumped.

You look around at the others with a teasing pout.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Plenty of people here deserve to be dumped more than me.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Jeez. Fighting talk.

AMELIA_SAD: No one deserves to be dumped.

{0}_SAD: I don’t wanna see any of my girls go.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Come on, girls chat. We need to debrief.

You and the other girls head off to the dressing room for a private discussion.

You and the girls crowd nervously around the dressing room.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: This couldn't have come at a worse time.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I'm exploring my potential with Toby and unsure about Marshall.

AMELIA_SAD: What if one of them goes?

FLO_HAPPY: Saves you having to decide.

FLO_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, that was mean.

GRACE_SERIOUS: We’re gonna have to get real. Where do we even start on which boy to vote off?

{0}_SAD: It’s who the boys vote for that I’m stressing about.

{0} looks around you all with big doughy eyes.

{0}_SAD: There'll only be four of us left by the morning.

FLO_EMBARRASSED: Which of us do you think will go, {0}?

Probably me

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think I’ll probably end up getting dumped.

FLO_SURPRISED: You’d be the last person I’d expect to get dumped.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Yeah, I don’t think the boys will vote you out, {0}.

GRACE_HAPPY: Unless there’s been some massive secret shenanigans you’ve got up to.

FLO_IDLE: Well, I hope you’re wrong, {0}. You deserve to stay.

One of you

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m confident I won’t be getting dumped just yet.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I feel like one of you will be on the plane home.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Urgh, I hope it’s not me.

I don’t know

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I don’t know who’s getting dumped.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m not too worried about it though as I said earlier.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: No point stressing.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m feeling a little worried about it though.

PLAYER_SAD: Just have a bad feeling.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Tell me about it.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: But, like I said, other people deserve to go more than I do.

PLAYER_SAD: Then again, I don’t know how the boys will vote.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: We’ll just have to wait and see what happens.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: We can’t make the decision for them.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Who knows what will happen after the last dumping.

FLO_FLIRTY: We need to look stunning tonight to show them what they’d be missing out on.

FLO_FLIRTY: Big looks make big statements.

GRACE_FLIRTY: It could be our last day in the villa, too.

GRACE_FLIRTY: We don’t wanna bow out looking like we didn’t put in any effort.

GRACE_FLIRTY: If one of us is leaving, they’re leaving on a cloud of steam.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Not a bad shout.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Let’s see what we have in.

PLAYER_HAPPY: This is it.

{0}_FLIRTY: Phwoar, {1}! That is gorge!

GRACE_FLIRTY: On point!

{0}_FLIRTY: Properly, stunning.

{0} looks at you with an excited smile.

AMELIA_HAPPY: What a look. Ready for the night.

PLAYER_IDLE: I think I’ll just wear this to be honest.

GRACE_SERIOUS: {0}, I’ve known you a while now.

GRACE_SERIOUS: I’ve seen you be a lot bolder for a lot less of an occasion.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: She’s right. This is an important night.

{0}_SURPRISED: Why not try on something a bit louder?

I’ll take another look

PLAYER_HAPPY: This is it.

{0}_FLIRTY: Phwoar, {1}! That is gorge!

GRACE_FLIRTY: That’s louder alright. Screams hot stuff!

{0}_FLIRTY: Properly, stunning.

{0} looks at you with an excited smile.

AMELIA_HAPPY: What a look. You are ready for the night.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m happy in this.

GRACE_HAPPY: Go for it!

I’m good in this

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m happy in this.

GRACE_HAPPY: Go for it!

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I didn’t wanna say it before.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: But sooner or later we need to discuss which boy we’re voting for.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: The elephant in the dressing room.

FLO_SERIOUS: I don’t even know where to start. They all seem great.

GRACE_HAPPY: They are. Well, they’re all great unless we’re in Casa Amor.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Then they’re shady as.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Do you guys know who you want to vote for?

The girls look around at each other.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I was thinking…

GRACE_SERIOUS: How about this? Before we throw names out there.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Each of us should try and speak to the guys alone today.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Find out where their heads are at.

GRACE_SERIOUS: How committed and open they are to their couple.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Then we can regroup and decide who deserves to stay?

FLO_HAPPY: A group cross examination. Love it.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let’s do it.

You step out of the villa spot Ozzy and Marshall in a deep conversation on the bean bags.

As you approach they both break into laughter.

OZZY_HAPPY: Oh hey, {0}!

MARSHALL_HAPPY: How you doing? We were just talking about you actually.

PLAYER_IDLE: You weren’t laughing at me were you?

OZZY_HAPPY: No not at all! We were just reminiscing about the good old days.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Seems you two are getting on then?

MARSHALL_IDLE: We’ve had a chance to properly talk. Go over exactly what happened between us.

OZZY_IDLE: Yeah, everything is so much clearer now.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: We’re all good now. All thanks to you and Amelia.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What did we do?

OZZY_IDLE: Take a seat and we’ll explain the whole story? All the juicy deets!

MARSHALL_IDLE: Yeah, it would be good to thank you properly too.

OZZY_HAPPY: Want to join us?

*Tell me everything!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sure, I’ll join you guys!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I want to know everything though!

MARSHALL_HAPPY: A deal’s a deal.

No thanks

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m good, thanks.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You sure? Seems only fair to explain what all the drama was about.

OZZY_IDLE: Yeah, seeing as you helped bring us back together.

OZZY_IDLE: Plus you’ll understand it, being a twin and all.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Are you sure you don’t want to know?

*Ok, spill the tea!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Ok! You’ve convinced me.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What’s the story then?

OZZY_HAPPY: Take a seat and we will tell you all about it.

I don’t want to know

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m fine guys, really.

OZZY_HAPPY: Alright, your loss!

MARSHALL_IDLE: Probably best not oversharing, bit embarrassing.

OZZY_HAPPY: Yeah anyway, there is a big decision ahead, I need to get my head together.

MARSHALL_IDLE: You’re right, me too.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Catch you later, {0}!

You plant yourself on a beanbag between Ozzy and Marshall.

OZZY_HAPPY: Are you sitting comfortably?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Think so.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Then we’ll begin!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Alright, alright get on with it!

OZZY_IDLE: Well I guess it started when my dancing career began to kick off.

OZZY_IDLE: I got some solid backing dancer gigs with some big names.

OZZY_IDLE: My name started being passed around and I started getting offers.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: But he didn’t have any back up. Needed a businessman to handle the dirty work.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Sure, something like that.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: So I offered a helping hand.

OZZY_IDLE: Pretty sure I offered you a job…

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Same difference.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Needless to say, with me representing Ozzy, business was booming.

OZZY_IDLE: Yes, I’ll give you that. We were working a lot.

MARSHALL_IDLE: And the money! We were eating truffle flavoured crisps… daily.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Wow, big bucks then?

OZZY_IDLE: We did alright for ourselves, let’s put it that way.

PLAYER_IDLE: So, what was the problem?

OZZY_IDLE: Well…

MARSHALL_IDLE: Ozzy hated success…

OZZY_SERIOUS: Marshall!

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Sorry, you go.

OZZY_IDLE: I’d describe Marshall’s approach to managing as Quantity over quality.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What do you mean?

OZZY_HAPPY: Well, I suddenly went from dancing on world tours for the biggest bands in the world.

OZZY_SERIOUS: To dancing in a bug spray advert.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: He was a very convincing ant though.

OZZY_SERIOUS: You booked me in a flash mob for some rich guy’s wedding!

MARSHALL_HAPPY: The bride was so surprised!

OZZY_SERIOUS: She cried, Marshall! Not happy tears either!

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Look, the truth is those gigs paid the big bucks!

OZZY_IDLE: But I told you I wanted to do good quality work!

MARSHALL_HAPPY: {0}, what’s more important, the money or the art?

I agree with Ozzy

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve got to agree with Ozzy on this one.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s the art that counts. You have to enjoy what you do.

OZZY_HAPPY: Thanks, {0}. I knew you would understand.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Ah whatever.

I agree with Marshall

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve got to agree with Marshall on this one.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s show business after all. Need that cash!

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Exactly, money talks!

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I knew you’d understand, {0}.

OZZY_IDLE: Ah whatever.

PLAYER_IDLE: So then what happened?

OZZY_IDLE: We started fighting. Small disagreements at first but it got worse and worse.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Stopped hanging out after a while, just chatted business.

OZZY_IDLE: I guess we’d gone from brothers to business partners.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: Until you fired me over text!

OZZY_SERIOUS: I fired you in person, you just forgot!

PLAYER_HAPPY: What?! How do you forget being fired!

MARSHALL_IDLE: We were celebrating at the wedding bar after the flashmob.

OZZY_IDLE: You were celebrating you mean. I told you I think we should split.

PLAYER_IDLE: What did you say, Marshall?

MARSHALL_IDLE: I said we didn’t need to split anything, it was an open bar…

MARSHALL_IDLE: In retrospect I don’t think I understood what you meant.

OZZY_FLIRTY: You were distracted by that barmaid you were flirting with too.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Oh yeah.

OZZY_IDLE: I texted to confirm a few days later but you’d forgotten and it all blew up!

MARSHALL_SAD: You could have talked to me, given me a second chance…

OZZY_SAD: I told you the whole time I wasn’t happy. You never listened!

Sounds like Marshall’s fault

PLAYER_IDLE: Sounds like you needed to listen to your brother, Marshall.

PLAYER_IDLE: Feels like it was your fault.

MARSHALL_SAD: Yeah, yeah I get that.

Seems like Ozzy’s fault

PLAYER_IDLE: Sounds like you needed to be clearer, Ozzy.

PLAYER_IDLE: Marshall’s not a mind reader.

OZZY_SAD: Sure, I guess we should have talked more.

You’re both as bad as each other

PLAYER_IDLE: I think you’re both as bad at each other.

PLAYER_IDLE: Need to learn to communicate!

MARSHALL_SAD: You’re right.

OZZY_SAD: We know that now.

OZZY_IDLE: I should never have let business get in the way of family.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I should have listened to what you wanted.

OZZY_IDLE: We have you to thank for finally seeing that, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What do you mean?

MARSHALL_IDLE: Seeing you and Amelia together put things in perspective.

OZZY_HAPPY: Yeah, no siblings get on all the time. But you’re family.

OZZY_HAPPY: And at the end of the day that’s all that matters.

OZZY_HAPPY: Seeing you two pranking away and causing mischief.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Reminded me of how Ozzy and I used to be.

OZZY_HAPPY: When we pied each other it put it all into perspective.

OZZY_FLIRTY: So I wanted to thank you, {0}. You know how much you mean to me.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: You’re a very special girl…

They both look at you adoringly.

Flirt it up with Ozzy

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You mean a lot to me too Ozzy…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Glad I can be an inspiration to you.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Oh you are.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Hello! I’m here too!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, yeah.

Flirt it up with Marshall

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well you’re a pretty special guy, Marshall.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Glad I could be an inspiration to you.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Oh you are…

OZZY_HAPPY: Hello! I’m here too!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, yeah!

Pie them off

PLAYER_IDLE: I know I’m pretty amazing.

PLAYER_IDLE: You two have a lot to learn from me.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Clearly we do.

OZZY_HAPPY: Inspiring stuff!

OZZY_HAPPY: So, that’s the whole story.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Thanks for hearing us out.

OZZY_HAPPY: It’s good to get all that off my chest.

OZZY_IDLE: And now we have a huge decision ahead of us.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh yeah, someone’s getting dumped.

MARSHALL_IDLE: We’ve got a lot of thinking to do. I’m going to go get some space for a bit.

OZZY_SERIOUS: Me too, this is going to be hard.

OZZY_IDLE: Catch you later, {0}!

PLAYER_IDLE: See you guys around.

You sit on the bean bags for a while, reflecting on Marshall and Ozzy’s antics.

&Daybeds: Ozzy

You approach Ozzy who’s sitting thoughtfully on the daybeds.

PLAYER_IDLE: Hey, Ozzy. You look deep in thought.

OZZY_IDLE: Ah long time no see! I was actually.

He does a double take as he sees your outfit.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Now I’m deep in love. You look incredible.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thank you!

OZZY_HAPPY: No way can any of the guys vote to dump you when you look this good.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We’ll see.

OZZY_HAPPY: Happy you’re here to take my mind off everything.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: I'm straight up nervous about this dumping tonight.

PLAYER_IDLE: Unsure about which girl to dump?

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: That’s part of it, I’m also scared I’ll get dumped myself.

OZZY_SERIOUS: Normally, I wouldn’t be fussed…

OZZY_SERIOUS: But I feel this knot in my stomach.

OZZY_SERIOUS: Like I really have something to lose now.

He nods before his eyes flicker in your direction.

OZZY_SERIOUS: I’m realising that I’ve not been the perfect partner to Grace.

Do you think so? Duh

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Took you a while to figure out.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Seems pretty obvious to everyone that you’re not giving her your all.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: I know. You’re right. Far from perfect.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Farrrrr from perfect, Ozzy.

PLAYER_IDLE: You had a three-way kiss when we were away in Casa.

You’ve both made mistakes

PLAYER_IDLE: Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ve both made mistakes in here.

PLAYER_IDLE: Neither of you were solid during Casa.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Agreed.

PLAYER_IDLE: But you’re past that now.

You haven’t done anything wrong

PLAYER_IDLE: Honestly, you’re being too hard on yourself.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t think you’ve done anything wrong with Grace.

OZZY_SURPRISED: Really? I did have that three-way kiss.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Water under the bridge. You’re on Love Island.

OZZY_SERIOUS: I just want to do right by her from now on.

OZZY_IDLE: Give her the effort she deserves.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ll be interested to see how it goes.

OZZY_IDLE: I’m just feeling a little stressed that I’ve left it too late.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: I should have been putting in the effort from the start.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: But, there was someone else who was catching my eye.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I can guess who that was.

OZZY_IDLE: I suppose it doesn’t matter now.

OZZY_SERIOUS: You.

PLAYER_IDLE: I see.

OZZY_SERIOUS: Me and Grace have finally moved past our mistakes.

OZZY_SERIOUS: We’ve both taken a step back, but she also doesn’t deserve to be dumped.

OZZY_FLIRTY: And I’m still feeling this pull towards you.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Something I can’t explain.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Our cheeky shower together just reinforced that for me.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It was a lot of fun.

OZZY_FLIRTY: And it’s getting to the point where I can’t ignore those feelings anymore.

OZZY_SERIOUS: I don’t wanna hurt Grace, but you’re like no one I’ve ever met.

OZZY_SERIOUS: I want you to be honest with me.

OZZY_SERIOUS: We’re towards the end of our time here and I don’t want to waste any more time.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Would you be happy if I made you my sole focus now?

You should just be focusing on me

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You should absolutely just focus on me.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: We have a really strong connection.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Our sneaky shower together just proves it.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I haven’t stopped thinking about what we got up to.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You enjoyed it then?

OZZY_FLIRTY: Of course. We did the right thing not taking it all the way.

OZZY_FLIRTY: We should save that for another time.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You should be so lucky.

OZZY_FLIRTY: You know how to drive a guy wild.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Of course. I didn’t expect it to go all the way.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I didn’t go in with any expectations.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: But I came out satisfied.

OZZY_FLIRTY: It was the most fun I’ve had here. That’s for sure.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It just proves why you should be focusing on me.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It could be like that all the time.

OZZY_SERIOUS: Maybe you’re right. I wasn’t certain you felt so strongly.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Of course I do, Ozzy.

Give your all to Grace

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You should be setting your sights on Grace.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Put the blinders on for her. You two have potential.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: If I’m being honest, you might be wasting your time with me.

Ozzy nods, failing to hide the disappointment on his face.

OZZY_IDLE: Guess I was reading too much into what happened in the shower.

OZZY_IDLE: When you picked to marry me in Snog, Marry, Pie.

OZZY_IDLE: I thought that was your way of saying you wanted me to focus on you.

PLAYER_IDLE: It was just a game.

OZZY_IDLE: Good to know, I guess.

OZZY_SERIOUS: Being the partner that Grace deserves sounds like the right move.

OZZY_SERIOUS: However that pans out.

Wait until you know for sure

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t think you should be committed to one person necessarily.

PLAYER_IDLE: Just keep getting to know us both and see what happens.

OZZY_HAPPY: Very diplomatic. I respect that.

OZZY_SERIOUS: I’ve honestly just never been in this situation before in my life.

OZZY_IDLE: I care about Grace, but with you and me it’s different.

He looks at you with a cheeky smile.

OZZY_FLIRTY: In the best possible way.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I haven’t stopped thinking about what we got up to in the shower.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You enjoyed it then?

OZZY_FLIRTY: Of course. We did the right thing not taking it all the way.

OZZY_FLIRTY: We should save that for another time.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You should be so lucky.

OZZY_FLIRTY: You know how to drive a guy wild.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Of course. I didn’t expect it to go all the way.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I didn’t go in with any expectations.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: But I came out satisfied.

OZZY_FLIRTY: It was the most fun I’ve had here. That’s for sure.

OZZY_SAD: Then there’s also the stress of having to vote a girl off.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Which way are you swaying?

OZZY_SERIOUS: I’ve been thinking about it a lot.

OZZY_SERIOUS: You and Grace are obviously safe.

OZZY_SERIOUS: And I wouldn’t feel right voting for your sister.

OZZY_HAPPY: Would be like betraying you, in some way.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: So that leaves {0} and Flo?

OZZY_SAD: That’s the headache.

OZZY_SERIOUS: They’re both great.

OZZY_SAD: I’ve only spoken to Flo a few times though.

OZZY_HAPPY: {0} was always with her so never had a proper one-on-one.

OZZY_HAPPY: She’s a lovely girl and I don’t feel like she’s had a fair shot.

OZZY_SAD: Like if she got dumped tonight, that would feel too early.

OZZY_HAPPY: Also, a lifeguard saved my life when I was a kid.

OZZY_HAPPY: I feel an obligation to keep her in.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I didn’t know that about you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Has a ballerina never saved your life then?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Has a DJ never saved your life then?

OZZY_HAPPY: Unfortunately for {0}, no. Not that I remember anyway.

OZZY_SERIOUS: But yeah, obviously I’ve known {0} a lot longer.

OZZY_HAPPY: She is such a great laugh. An absolute good vibe magnet.

OZZY_HAPPY: And I know you and her have genuine potential.

OZZY_HAPPY: Saw you both jumping in bed together yesterday.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Sounds like a tough decision.

OZZY_SAD: I trust you, and you know them both a lot better for sure.

OZZY_IDLE: So, who do you think I should vote to dump?

Vote to dump {0}

PLAYER_SERIOUS: It’s a tough call, but I think you should vote to dump {0}.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I think Flo deserves to be here until the end.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: If she got dumped now, it would feel too soon.

Vote to dump Flo

PLAYER_SERIOUS: It’s a tough call, but I think you should vote to dump Flo.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: It’s unfortunate that she hasn’t been here that long.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: But, {0} has been such an important part of the villa.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: She deserves to be here until the end.

OZZY_IDLE: I agree with that and I trust your opinion.

OZZY_IDLE: You always know the right thing to do.

OZZY_SAD: I think I’ll have to vote for {0} then.

OZZY_SAD: It just sucks knowing she could go home because of me.

OZZY_IDLE: But thank you for helping me decide.

OZZY_IDLE: I really appreciate it.

PLAYER_IDLE: Of course. I’m always here.

You stand to leave.

OZZY_IDLE: See you around, {0}!

&LivingRoom: Marshall

You find Marshall looking very relaxed in the living room.

MARSHALL_IDLE: How’s it going, {0}?

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Good to see you again. Must be my lucky day.

PLAYER_IDLE: You don’t seem too fussed about potentially going home?

MARSHALL_IDLE: Oh yeah, forgot about that.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You forgot?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Well, I didn’t forget. That was me trying to sound cool.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: But, I’m not too worried about it. Put it that way.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: It’s like you said earlier, we’re here to have fun, not stress.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Heard you saying you were worried you’d be going home.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I just don’t think that way, myself.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: It’s like you said, other people deserve to go home more.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I know, but you’re really taking it easy.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You don’t even seem a little bit apprehensive.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Just have a strong feeling that I ain't going anywhere.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: Do you think I’ll be getting voted out or something?

You’re less safe than you think

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Honestly, you’re less safe than you think.

MARSHALL_SURPRISED: News to me. What makes you say that?

Toby has turned Amelia’s head

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Well, you are with Amelia after all.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: And now she’s getting her head turned by Toby.

Marshall shrugs.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Amelia’s choice is up to her.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I let you know how I really feel.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: It seemed like we were seeing eye to eye?

PLAYER_IDLE: And I let you know how I feel. You missed your shot.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: And that’s fine. I just have a good feeling that’s all.

PLAYER_IDLE: And I told you I couldn’t while you were with Amelia.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Well your wish might just come true. You never know!

PLAYER_IDLE: And I let you know how I feel. Never gonna happen.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: And that’s fine. I just have a good feeling that’s all.

MARSHALL_IDLE: No use worrying!

You’re too cocky

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I think you’re too cocky.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Saying you’d forgotten there was a double dumping tonight.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Just comes across like you don’t really care.

MARSHALL_SURPRISED: I’m laid back, it’s how I've always been.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Growing up alongside Ozzy, someone who wears his heart on his sleeve.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I guess I just decided to be the opposite at some point.

You aren’t grafting hard enough

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’re not grafting hard enough, Marshall.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You need to bust out your moves a little more.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I told you how I felt, now put the effort in.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Oh right, I thought we were good.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: But I hear you loud and clear!

MARSHALL_IDLE: I thought I had missed my shot?

PLAYER_IDLE: You did, with me. There’s still a chance with the others.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: What if I don’t want the others?

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I thought you didn’t want me to graft?

PLAYER_IDLE: Not while you were with Amelia. But that might change soon.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I see. I understand.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I thought you said you’d never want to explore things with me?

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t! Never gonna happen. But the others might want to?

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’m ok, thanks.

Just a feeling

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Honestly, it’s just a feeling.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t think you’re doing anything wrong.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You just strike me as being in danger of going home.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: Cryptic. Thanks for the heads up at least.

I hope you’re staying

PLAYER_IDLE: I hope you’re staying. It would be a shame if you went.

PLAYER_IDLE: The villa needs a bit of your energy.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Thanks for that, {0}.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Some girls even think I’m marriage material, apparently.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: News to me.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Looks like me picking to marry you has gone to your head.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Just a little.

PLAYER_IDLE: But it doesn’t mean you’re safe from the dumping.

MARSHALL_IDLE: As I say, I’m pretty sure I’ll be staying.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Just have a feeling.

I don’t know what’s going to happen

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know what’s going to happen, Marshall.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: All I know is to expect the unexpected in these dumpings.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I get you’re confident, but there’s no way to know for sure.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: The risk element makes it more exciting.

He shoots you a cheeky grin.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: There’s something I wanna get off my chest actually.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: And it’s not this smiley face tattoo. Never liked that one.

MARSHALL_SAD: I want you to know that I’d be disappointed if you left tonight.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I’d always have that sense of not knowing.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Not knowing what?

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: If we could have been a thing.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I remember when me and Amelia told you that we were gonna couple up.

MARSHALL_IDLE: You said something like, What about me and you?.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I kind of brushed it off at the time.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: But that question, what about me and you.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: It’s been playing in my head. On repeat.

PLAYER_IDLE: I meant that, when I said it.

MARSHALL_SURPRISED: I was surprised when you chose to Marry me in Snog, Marry, Pie.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: Probably a red flag thing to say.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: But I don’t think a girl has ever described me as marriage material.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: It was nice to see. Very eye opening.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe I see things in you that even you don’t see.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Maybe. It’s refreshing.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: And I know I wasn’t the only one who felt that thing earlier.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: What thing was that?

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: You know, in the shower? Me and you. The way we locked eyes.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: It got me so excited.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I remember it.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: All the things we could’ve got up to have been running through my head.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I wish we could have taken things further. Do you?

I wanted to get in that shower with you

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m glad you asked.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: If it was up to me, I’d have taken it further.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: How further?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: There’s room for two in that shower.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That’s all I’ll say.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Is there room for our moves though?

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I can tell we’d be a wild one together. A lot of fun.

I’m glad we didn’t take it further

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m glad we didn’t take it any further.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: It’s good to know.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: It was good where we left it.

End things with Amelia and we’ll talk

PLAYER_HAPPY: If you weren’t coupled with my sister, maybe.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Fair play.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: Well, who knows how much longer we’ll be coupled up for.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: I have to be honest with myself though and I would still be sad if Amelia went.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: We had a lot of fun in Casa.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Maybe my whole bust up with Oz showed a side she didn’t like.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Whatever happens, you and Amelia won’t be getting a vote from me.

MARSHALL_IDLE: That’s all I’ll say.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Don’t wanna give away too much.

PLAYER_IDLE: Always mysterious.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Reliably mysterious, constantly chill.

PLAYER_HAPPY: See you around, Marshall.

&Gym: {0}

You approach the gym to find {0} squeezing out some final reps on the bench press. He sits up and catches his breath.

{0}_HAPPY: Hey, {1}.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I didn’t know you were such a gym bunny?

ANDY_HAPPY: When I was in my final year of uni I got into gym-ing a bit.

ANDY_SERIOUS: I was getting nervous about my exams. Found it helps take my mind off things.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Yeah, I don’t normally gym it up. Yoga and pilates. That’s my regular jam.

FRANCIS_SERIOUS: But Marshall was telling me the gym is the best thing when you’re stressed.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Thought I’d give it a shot. He knows his stuff that guy.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: Not that I’ve ever seen him stressed though.

ELLIOT_IDLE: I’m not about being one of these bulked up, leg of lamb looking gym dudes.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: But I got into lifting weights a few years back.

ELLIOT_IDLE: Nice change from sitting at a desk all day under a blanket.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I find it helps take my mind off things. Relaxes me.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Are you stressed about the double dumping, then?

{0}_SAD: Yeah, proper bugging me out knowing two people are going home.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: And it could be because I voted for one of them. Hate that feeling.

{0}_IDLE: Feels like only yesterday you got back from Casa Amor.

{0}_IDLE: Feels like only yesterday we got back from Casa Amor.

{0}_IDLE: Who knows where Ozzy and Grace are at.

{0}_IDLE: Amelia has sparks with Toby but is still getting to know Marshall.

{0}_IDLE: Flo has barely unpacked.

{0}_SAD: No matter which way I square it, no one is ready to leave.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: And then there’s the dreaded thought.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What’s that?

{0}_SAD: If you get dumped or if I get dumped.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What would you do if I went?

{0}_IDLE: I know it’s not necessarily me you’re in here for.

{0}_IDLE: You and {1} might have something.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: And as much as I wish you were all about me.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d rather see you happy with someone you really care about.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s a really sweet thing for you to say.

{0}_SERIOUS: Would you want {1} to leave with you if you got dumped tonight?

I’d love that

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’d love it if {0} offered to leave with me.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: It’s not something we’ve discussed though.

{0}_SERIOUS: I’d be surprised if she didn’t.

{0}_HAPPY: You guys seem to be getting along really well.

I’d rather leave on my own

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’d rather leave on my own, {0}.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Me and {0} are having a great time.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: But it’s too early to be committing to things on the outside.

{0}_HAPPY: I get that. Maybe you two aren’t as far along as I thought.

I won’t be getting dumped

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I won’t be getting dumped, {0}.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: So whether someone leaves with me isn’t something I need to worry about.

{0}_HAPPY: Loving the confidence.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Wish I had the same self-assurance.

{0} leans forward and whispers.

{0}_HAPPY: She defo would leave with you though. Just saying.

{0}_HAPPY: I guess you have to go with your gut in here.

{0}_SERIOUS: I was thinking about this before you came.

PLAYER_IDLE: And what did you decide?

{0}_SERIOUS: I’m not just saying this, I genuinely mean it, by the way.

{0}_SERIOUS: If you got dumped tonight, I would leave with you.

{0}_SERIOUS: If you wanted me to.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Wow, very big words.

{0}_SERIOUS: In my heart, I couldn’t stay here if you left.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Already made that mistake once before.

PLAYER_IDLE: I haven’t forgotten.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: We hadn’t spent as much time together when you got dumped before Casa.

ELLIOT_IDLE: I’d literally just arrived in the villa.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: I was less sure about whether I should leave with you.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: But now I am sure.

{0}_FLIRTY: You are my Love Island journey.

{0}_SERIOUS: And I want our journey to continue on the outside.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Maybe that’s a bit much but it’s where I’m at. Do you feel the same?

I feel the same way!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I feel the same way, {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: That makes me so happy.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I honestly think we have something that could work long term.

{0}_FLIRTY: I feel it too.

{0}_SERIOUS: It sounds weird to say out loud.

{0}_SERIOUS: We only met in Casa.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: We only met right before Casa.

{0}_HAPPY: But that’s also kind of what makes me think what we have is so special.

{0}_FLIRTY: Our connection is already so strong.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m glad we feel the same.

I do not feel the same

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’ll just be upfront with you {0}.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I feel differently about us.

{0}_SURPRISED: In what way?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m just not feeling it like that.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: The outside is different.

{0}_IDLE: I get what you’re saying.

{0}_IDLE: We’ve definitely had a few hurdles.

{0}_IDLE: I thought we’d overcome them together.

{0}_SAD: But maybe I’ve lost you somewhere along the way.

{0}_SAD: Your reaction when I tried to marry you was a clue.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: And not a very subtle one.

{0}_SAD: Very true.

{0}_IDLE: I guess the fact I didn’t realise until now shows I wasn’t paying enough attention.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I guess it does.

{0}_IDLE: I just wanted to reassure you that I’m invested and excited for us.

{0}_SERIOUS: But I appreciate you being open.

It’s too early for us to get this deep

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Don’t get me wrong, we have potential.

PLAYER_HAPPY: But we’re super early doors.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Maybe it’s too early for us to be getting that deep.

{0}_HAPPY: I hear you. I did wonder if it was a bit heavy.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We can’t skip the getting to know each other and having fun phase.

PLAYER_HAPPY: And jump straight to the soppy, heavy chats, going home together phase.

{0}_HAPPY: Got it. I’ll cool it a few degrees. See where we get to.

{0}_IDLE: I guess I just wanted to reassure you that I’m invested and excited about us.

{0}_HAPPY: I sometimes feel like a genuine underdog in here.

PLAYER_IDLE: Why’s that?

{0}_IDLE: I’ve not had as much time to settle as the other guys for starters.

{0}_HAPPY: Barely had a chance for my feet to touch the floor in Casa Amor.

{0}_HAPPY: And then I was straight over to the main villa.

ELLIOT_SAD: Barely had a chance for my feet to touch the floor in the main villa.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: And then you got dumped and Casa Amor happened.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I keep looking in the mirror thinking ‘you’re a big techie who can only bench 80kg.’

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I keep looking in the mirror thinking ‘you’re a big goof who loves puppies.’

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I keep looking in the mirror thinking ‘last week you were living in a van in Canada’.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Feel a little out of my depth.

{0}_HAPPY: Especially with lads like Toby walking round.

{0}_HAPPY: Think I saw him bicep curling the weight I use for deadlifts.

{0}_HAPPY: But yeah, I am determined to finish this summer with a smile on my face.

{0}_FLIRTY: Walk out of here under a setting sun with your hand in mine.

{0}_FLIRTY: Walk out of here under a setting sun with no regrets.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Dreaming big. Nothing wrong with that.

{0}_HAPPY: I appreciate the support, {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: Earlier in the shower. I appreciated that, too.

{0}_FLIRTY: I couldn’t stop thinking about what we got up to.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You enjoyed it then?

{0}_FLIRTY: Of course. It was the perfect end to the drama.

{0}_FLIRTY: You know how to drive a guy wild.

{0}_FLIRTY: Of course. I didn’t expect it to go all the way.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I didn’t go in with any expectations.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: But I came out satisfied.

{0}_FLIRTY: It was the most fun I’ve had here. That’s for sure.

{0}_FLIRTY: Earlier in the shower was one of the reasons I asked if you felt the same as me.

{0}_IDLE: I really enjoyed it.

{0}_IDLE: But I guess you’re just not feeling it like I am.

He looks down at the weights on the floor.

{0}_HAPPY: Anyway, I better get back to these. Clear the head.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Bye, {0}.

&RoofTerrace: {0}

You find {0} alone on the terrace chuckling to himself.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hey, {0}. What’s got you giggling?

{0}_HAPPY: Just this stupid prank I’m playing on {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What is it?

{0}_HAPPY: He gave me his phone to take a pic of him when you were in Casa.

{0}_HAPPY: I set the clock to a different time zone. Only like two hours behind.

{0}_HAPPY: To be honest, I forgot I’d done it and thought he’d realise after ten mins.

{0}_HAPPY: But he just came up to me saying he must be getting old.

{0}_HAPPY: Because he keeps getting really tired by 9pm.

{0}_HAPPY: And this morning he was complaining that we’re waking up so early.

{0}_HAPPY: I was just chuckling thinking, if he gets dumped tonight…

{0}_HAPPY: He’ll get to the airport like 6 hours too early. It’s silly, just made me laugh.

PLAYER_IDLE: You don’t seem too fussed about the dumping?

{0}_IDLE: Well, it’s not that.

{0}_IDLE: I don’t want to be dumped, obviously.

{0}_IDLE: And even more so, I don’t want you to be dumped.

{0}_IDLE: You deserve to stay and find something special with someone.

{0}_IDLE: But I’ve had a good run in here and made some great friends.

{0}_IDLE: If I go tonight, I’ll be back in my cockpit next week.

{0}_IDLE: If I go tonight, I’ll be back on my board next week.

{0}_IDLE: If I go tonight, I’ll be back on the pitch by Saturday.

{0}_IDLE: If I go tonight, I’ll have a guitar in my lap by tomorrow morning.

{0}_HAPPY: And my life will be back to normal. And you know what? I really love my life.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s sweet.

{0}_HAPPY: I was thinking actually, if I stay.

{0}_IDLE: I don’t think {1} will mind me cracking on.

{0}_HAPPY: She called me buddy ol’ pal yesterday before bed. Ultimate friendzone.

{0}_HAPPY: There’s someone who’s actually really caught my eye. Might make a move.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Who’s that then?

{0}_FLIRTY: Flo.

{0}_FLIRTY: Absolute worldie.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Have you spoken to her much?

{0}_FLIRTY: I’ve not had a proper chat recently. She seems really fun though.

{0}_IDLE: I was thinking of pulling her for a chat and turning on my game.

{0}_FLIRTY: What do you think, would she be into me?

I can see her being into you

PLAYER_IDLE: I won’t lie, {0}. I can actually see that working.

PLAYER_IDLE: You may have to show her some good chat.

PLAYER_IDLE: But I think you could turn her head, for sure.

{0}_HAPPY: That is good to know.

PLAYER_IDLE: But obviously, that’s just what I think.

PLAYER_HAPPY: She might get to know you and decide you’re a plank.

{0}_HAPPY: Wouldn’t be the first time.

PLAYER_HAPPY: But yeah, pull her for a chat and work your magic.

Dream on

PLAYER_IDLE: Dream on, {0}. No chance.

{0}_SERIOUS: Really? I thought I might have a shot at turning her head.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m not so sure. Just being honest.

{0}_IDLE: I’ll probably still pull her for a chat, just in case.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Waste of time.

{0}_HAPPY: Time is all I have in here.

Have you given up on me, then?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Have you given up on me, then?

{0}_IDLE: What was it you said when you came back from Casa Amor?

{0}_IDLE: I didn’t miss you at all or something.

{0}_HAPPY: I don’t mind grafting and working through things.

{0}_IDLE: But that felt like a door being shut. In my face. Hard.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

{0}_HAPPY: I’m not annoyed, I get it.

{0}_HAPPY: But, I don’t really know how we come back from that.

Pull her for a chat and find out

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ve spoken to Flo a bit but I don’t know for sure if she’d be interested.

PLAYER_IDLE: You should pull her for a chat and find out yourself.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll do just that. Hopefully, there’s something there.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You never know.

Flo is all about me

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Good luck, she’s all about me so it would take a lot to turn her head.

{0}_SURPRISED: What? Since when?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We had a chat after Casa. It was pretty obvious.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: She seemed really interested in getting to know me.

{0}_SERIOUS: Well, I don’t blame her.

{0}_IDLE: I think everyone here is interested in getting to know you.

{0}_IDLE: But this all depends if I stay tonight, I guess.

{0}_FLIRTY: Whatever happens, I’m feeling good.

{0}_SAD: That’s probably the worst thing that could happen tonight.

{0}_IDLE: But, there’s a silver lining to everything.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: How?

{0}_FLIRTY: Well, if we both stay, I get to continue pursuing things with you.

{0}_IDLE: Wherever we end up, that excites me. I love our time together.

{0}_IDLE: Then, there’s the slim possibility that you get dumped.

PLAYER_IDLE: What’s the silver lining to that?

{0}_IDLE: I’ll be real. I’d want to walk out with you.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You’d do that?

{0}_IDLE: The happiest I’ve been in this villa was right before Elliot stole you.

{0}_FLIRTY: When it was just me and you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wouldn’t think twice about leaving with you.

That’s so romantic

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That is such a romantic gesture!

{0}_FLIRTY: I mean it. I’m not just saying it.

{0}_FLIRTY: Why would I stay here without you?

{0}_FLIRTY: There’d be no one to keep me on my toes.

I’d wanna leave on my own

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Appreciate you saying that, but I wouldn’t want you to leave for me.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’d be much happier leaving on my own.

{0}_SURPRISED: I see. Hopefully it doesn’t come to that.

{0}_FLIRTY: Just wanted you to know where my head’s at.

I don’t believe you

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t know if I believe you.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I suspect you’d stay if I got dumped tonight.

{0}_SURPRISED: I’m sorry you think that, but I was being genuine.

{0}_SERIOUS: If you wanted me to, I’d leave in a heartbeat.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Is that what you would want?

{0}_SERIOUS: 100%. I mean it. I’m not just saying it.

{0}_FLIRTY: Why would I stay here without you?

{0}_FLIRTY: There’d be no one to keep me on my toes.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Either way, I hope we don’t have to find out tonight.

{0}_SERIOUS: Well, that was my plan if you got dumped.

{0}_SERIOUS: And then if I get dumped, I’d feel sad but ultimately, it’d be the right time.

{0}_SERIOUS: I’ve been here a lot longer than Toby and Marshall and {1}.

{0}_IDLE: So it seems only fair that they should stay longer.

{0}_IDLE: And obviously, I wouldn’t expect this from you. Only if you really wanted to…

{0}_IDLE: Which from what you just said, you might not.

I’d leave with you

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think I’d leave with you.

{0}_HAPPY: I believe you.

{0}_SERIOUS: And I hope you can begin to believe me when I said I’d do the same for you.

{0}_SERIOUS: I meant it.

{0}_HAPPY: I was scared when you said you wouldn’t want me to leave for you.

{0}_SERIOUS: Thought you might say you wouldn't leave for me if I got dumped.

PLAYER_HAPPY: No, I think I’d leave if you got dumped.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, now I truly have nothing to worry about tonight.

{0}_HAPPY: Leaving with you and staying in with you are both perfect in my eyes.

{0}_HAPPY: Being with you, in or out of here, is all I want.

I’d stay in without you

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t think I’d leave if you got dumped tonight.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: As I said, I don’t believe you’d do the same for me.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I wouldn’t want to cut my journey here short unless I was certain.

{0}_SERIOUS: Well, I hope we both stay in so I can prove that I meant what I said.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: As I said, I wouldn’t want you to leave with me if I got dumped.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: So I wouldn’t expect the same from you.

{0}_SAD: Makes sense.

{0}_SURPRISED: So you’d like it if I left with you if you got dumped...

{0}_HAPPY: But you wouldn’t leave with me if I got dumped?

{0}_SURPRISED: Seems a little unfair?

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I said you offering to leave was romantic, actually.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Not that I would specifically leave with you. If you were listening.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Oh right, fair play.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I wouldn’t want to cut my journey here short unless I was certain about it.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: That’s just how it is.

{0}_IDLE: No, I get it, it’s fine.

I’m unsure

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not sure, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: We’d have to see how we felt in the moment.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t want to make any promises now if I change my mind later.

{0}_SERIOUS: I completely get that. It was just something I needed to ask.

{0}_SERIOUS: See where both of our heads are at.

{0}_IDLE: But yeah, that’s why I’m not getting too deep about tonight.

{0}_FLIRTY: Just feel like whatever happens, it’ll work out.

{0}_IDLE: That’s my take anyway.

{0}_HAPPY: I have a good feeling about things.

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s hard to be stressed after that shower earlier.

{0}_FLIRTY: I still feel like I’m on a cloud.

{0}_FLIRTY: I keep replaying what we got up to.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You enjoyed it then?

{0}_FLIRTY: Of course. It was the perfect end to the challenge drama.

{0}_FLIRTY: You know how to drive a guy wild.

{0}_FLIRTY: Of course. I didn’t expect it to go all the way.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I didn’t go in with any expectations.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: But I came out satisfied.

{0}_FLIRTY: It was the most fun I’ve had here. That’s for sure.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m glad we both had a good time.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I better get going.

{0}_IDLE: Yeah, you girls are busy doing the rounds.

{0}_HAPPY: Trying to figure out which boy deserves to be dumped?

PLAYER_IDLE: Something like that, yeah. It was Grace’s idea.

{0}_HAPPY: Interesting. Well, good luck.

You leave {0} who reclines on the Terrace seating with a relaxed smile.

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